American Big Game in its Haunts 



The next day, the thirteenth and Friday, 

 opened dismally enough, but by the time we had 

 finished breakfast the mountains were clear of 

 clouds and there was no wind to mar one's shoot- 

 ing. Such conditions were to be taken advantage 

 of, and Hunter and I were soon working up the 

 ridge well to leeward of the place where we had 

 seen the sheep the night before. Reaching the 

 crest we scanned the grounds on all sides, and also 

 the rugged mountain tops about us. 



The white coats of these sheep against the dark 

 background of black moss-covered rocks render 

 them easily seen, but we now failed to sight any 

 even on the distant hills. Therefore we pushed 

 ahead, going stealthily up wind and keeping a 

 careful watch on all sides. We crossed over the 

 ridge and worked our way just below the sky-line 

 on the other side of the mountain from our camp, 

 never supposing that the sheep would work back, 

 for they had seen our camp-fire on the night be- 

 fore. We traveled nearly to the end of the ridge, 

 and were just about to cross and work down to a 

 sheltered place where we expected to find our 

 game, when Hunter chanced to look back, and in- 

 stantly motioned me to drop out of sight. 



While we had been working around one side of 

 the summit the sheep had been working back on 



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