IN THE ALASKA- YUKON GAMELANDS 



able to bring another down. I remained back 

 and finished my two wounded rams, while Cap, 

 not knowing that I had killed these crippled 

 ones, kept firing until he had two down. This 

 made four total — plenty for the museum and for 

 personal trophies. All the rams killed by us had 

 full curls of horn and base measurements around 

 13 M to 14 inches, very nice average ovis dalh, 

 8 to 10 years old. 



Intending to dress the two that I had killed, I 

 descended into a little canon where lay the first 

 one, and after he was gralloched I climbed to- 

 ward the other, when I heard Cap's voice calling 

 me from far up the draw on our homeward 

 course. He called so long and persistently that 

 I started for him, leaving my other ram un- 

 touched, as well as passing one of his on the way 

 that had not been dressed. I couldn't under- 

 stand Cap's anxiety (for at first, while he was 

 out of sight, I feared that he might have had an 

 accident); but when after a half-hour's climbing 

 I reached him he said we must hurry if we were 

 to get to camp before midnight — that it would be 

 all right to leave the animals out overnight 

 without dressing them. 



After congratulating Cap on his wonderful 

 shooting (for it was an exhibition that brought 

 forth my greatest admiration, owing to the dis- 

 tance at which he killed his two sheep — around 

 4CX5 yards — and the fact that they were traveling 

 fast), we climbed up the divide toward camp. 



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