American Big Game in its Haunts 



of five rams I had tried so hard to stalk early In 

 the afternoon. They were at no great distance, 

 but It was rapidly growing dark, and there was 

 not time to get within range while It would be light 

 enough to shoot. So I sat and studied these sheep 

 through the glasses, determined to find them later, 

 even if it took me a month. 



One of them had a most beautiful head, with 

 long and massive horns well over the full turn. 

 Another had a head which would have been 

 equally good If the left horn had not been slightly 

 broken at the tip. The third also had an excellent 

 head, and although not up to the other two, his 

 horns made the full turn. The remaining two 

 rams were smaller. I watched them until dark- 

 ness came on, and all this while they fed slowly 

 back toward the mountains on which my friend 

 had been hunting the week before. I am con- 

 vinced that this bunch of sheep had been driven 

 out of these hills by Blake, and had been turned 

 back again by me. 



It rained hard that night, and the next morning 

 the clouds were so low that It was Impossible to go 

 In search of the rams I had seen the evening be- 

 fore. I, therefore, determined to push Imme- 

 diately to the main camp, which we reached three 

 hours later. We at once lunched, and, putting our 



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