The White Sheep of Kenai Peninsula 



While we were having tea that afternoon, we 

 chanced to look up on the hills, and there, near 

 the crest of the ridge, was one of the small rams 

 from the bunch we had stalked that morning. He 

 offered a very easy chance had I wanted his head. 

 It is worthy of note that these sheep seem to have 

 no fear of the smell of blood or dead comrades^, 

 and on several occasions I have observed them 

 near the carcass of some ram which I had shot. 



The next day opened perceptibly cooler, and the 

 angry clouds overhead told us to beware of a com- 

 ing storm. As I now had seven heads, five of 

 which were very handsome trophies, I concluded 

 to take Hunter's advice and leave the high hills. 



Our sheep shooting for the year was now practi- 

 cally over. Had the weather been fine it would 

 have been an ideal trip ; but with the exception of 

 the third and thirteenth of September every day 

 passed upon the mountains was not only disagree- 

 able, but with conditions so unfavorable that it had 

 been almost impossible to stalk our game properly, 

 for when I had been once wet to the skin the cold 

 wind from the glaciers soon chilled me to such a 

 degree that I was unable to remain quietly in one 

 place and allow the game to get in a favorable 

 position for a stalk. I had been obliged to keep 



constantly going, and this frequently meant shoot- 



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