To the Gulf of Cortez 



the eye of a yearHng ram who stood behind, 

 thus killing two rams at one shot — a most 

 unusual accident. 



The rest of the band were now quite dis- 

 tant, and, though I fired several shots, at An- 

 astasio's desire — he said he wanted a fat ewe 

 — none took effect. 



I cleaned the sheep and skinned out the big 

 head. Anastasio took one small ram entire 

 on his back, supporting it by a rope passed 

 over the top of his head, and started down 

 with it, while I followed after with the big 

 horns. It was i o'clock. The head might 

 have weighed thirty-five pounds fresh. It 

 grew to weigh 1,500 pounds before dark. 

 Stumbling down through the slide-rock, with 

 legs full of venomous prickers, I passed below 

 camp without noticing it, and was well on the 

 other side, when I thought I had gone about 

 far enough, and shouted. J. B.'s voice an- 

 swered across a small hill, and I discovered 

 that he had never reached camp at all, but 

 had found a water spot, and wisely decided 

 not to leave it without good reason. 



I scouted a bit to the west, but found un- 

 familiar country, and, as the sun had set, we 

 were seemingly about to stay by that water all 



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