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from them. I took the first shot at one of the 

 lambs, but missed. Then Cap opened fire, after 

 which we both continued to shoot until each of 

 us had probably sent six or eight shots after that 

 little inoffensive ovis dalli. While it didn't then 

 look as if we hit it at all, we made it very un- 

 pleasant for the little boy until finally Cap 

 toppled it over just as it was crossing the crest 

 of the ridge with a shot in the head. When skin- 

 ning it out we noticed that it had also been shot 

 thru the intestines. An examination of the hide 

 both in the field and at the museum shows that 

 this hole was made by a hard-pointed bullet, and 

 while Cap was using soft points in his shooting 

 (and I hard points), yet he says he remembers 

 shoving in a hard-point bullet at some time 

 during the fusillade. Therefore, we shall prob- 

 ably never know who hit this youngster in the 

 stomach, but it matters not anyway. Cap did 

 some splendid work in bringing down the little 

 fellow at the finai distance at which he was hit — 

 about 400 yards, on the run. We reached our 

 siwash camp with the skin, bones and meat of 

 the lamb at 5 o'clock. 



We arose at 5 the next morning and at 6:30 

 started for the summit with rams as our sole ob- 

 jective. The crest of the mountain toward which 

 we climbed was semi-circular in form, leaving an 

 amphitheater-shaped depression within the hol- 

 low of the mountainside. Toward this hollow 

 we climbed, passing en route the ridge from 



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