American Big Game in its Haunts 



back to camp. We had been going steadily over 

 the broken hillsides since early morning, and had 

 met sheep at almost every turn. At the sight of 

 us some would bound up the steep mountain sides 

 in great alarm, while several times at only a couple 

 of hundred yards others merely turned their heads 

 in our direction, and after observing us for a short 

 time continued to graze. Somehow these ewes 

 seemed to understand that I had no intention of 

 molesting them. 



It is strange how the hope of seeing game keeps 

 one from feeling tired, but as we trudged home- 

 ward, a bit depressed that in all the great number 

 of sheep seen, there had not been one good head, 

 and that our hard day was all to no purpose, my 

 man and I both began to feel pretty well fagged 

 out. 



Late in the afternoon we paused for a brief rest 

 and a smoke, and here Hunter sighted two lone 

 rams in a gulch at the top of the mountain above 

 us. By this time we were both pretty well used 

 up, but the glasses showed that they carried good 

 heads, and I determined to stalk them, even if It 

 meant passing the night on the hills. So we 

 worked our way up to the top of a ridge which 

 commanded a view of the gulch in which the sheep 

 were grazing, but they had fed some distance 



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