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the descent, alarmed the rams and thus 
made my hunt a failure. 
For several days I watched this point, but 
those rams never came back to it again. 
However, not long after this I was amply re- 
warded, and secured a fine specimen. From 
one of the high ledges I was looking down 
into a sort of amphitheater shut in by mas- 
sive rocky heights. In this secluded retreat 
a little band of ewes, with one grand old 
patriarch as their master, could be seen every 
day disporting themselves with many a curi- 
ous gambol. After many unsuccessful at- 
tempts, I was enabled to get a shot, and 
great was my delight at depriving the little 
band of their supercilious protector. Upon 
another occasion I was camping away back 
up in the mountains, where there were about 
eighteen inches of snow on the ground. The 
weather had been villainous; there was no 
meat in the camp, and I determined to see if 
I could not get a deer. The prospect was 
not very cheering, for shortly after starting 
a heavy fog shut down, hiding all objects 
from view. I had not proceeded far, how- 
ever, when I struck the fresh track of a ram, 
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