American Big Game in its Haunts 



down which tumbled rapid glacial streams from 

 many perpetual snow banks. Above this high 

 plateau rose sharp and barren mountains which 

 seemed but glacial heaps of jagged boulders and 

 slide rock all covered with coarse black moss or 

 lichen, which is the only food of sheep during the 

 winter months. 



It is generally supposed that when the heavy 

 snows of winter set in the sheep seek a lower level, 

 but my guide insisted that they work higher 

 and higher up the mountain sides, where the winds 

 have swept the snow away, and they are able to get 

 this coarse but nourishing food. 



The sky-line of these hills made a series of un- 

 broken curves telling of the mighty power of the 

 glaciers which once held this entire country in their 

 crushing grasp. 



We passed over the great plateau, which even 

 at this latitude was sprinkled generously with 

 beautiful small wild flowers. Crossing gulch after 

 gulch we continually worked higher and higher 

 by a gradual and easy ascent. 



We had been gone from camp but little over an 

 hour, when, on approaching a small knoll, I 

 caught sight of the white coat of a sheep just be- 

 yond. At once dropping upon my hands and knees 

 I crawled up and carefully peered over to the 



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