The White Sheep of Kenai Peninsula 



taining from two or three to twenty. It was a 

 beautiful sight, for every ewe had at least one, and 

 many of them two, lambs frolicking at her side. 



In addition to these sheep we saw three moose 

 feeding in a small green valley at the base of the 

 opposite hills. The river was impassable for some 

 miles, and although they were hardly more than a 

 mile away in a straight line, they were quite unap- 

 proachable, so we sat and watched them with 

 much interest until they slowly fed into the timber. 



Shortly after noon we located some large sheep 

 on a rocky knoll across the Killy River just below 

 where the stream gushes out from a mighty 

 glacier. They were a long way off, but with the 

 glasses we could see that one lying apart from the 

 others was a ram, and we surmised that if we could 

 see his horns at such a distance even through the 

 glasses he probably carried a good head. 



Working down to the stream we finally found 

 a point shallow enough to wade. We now made 

 a cautious and careful stalk to the place where we 

 had last located the sheep, but a bunch of ewes and 

 a small ram were all that we could see. 



Hunter and I were both much disgusted, for we 

 had expected surely to find a head that was up to 

 our standard. 



It was well on in the afternoon when we started 

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