140 CAMP-FIRES OF A NATURALIST. 



"What did I tell you?" shouted the judge as he 

 jumped to the ground. " Just look at that specimen, 

 will you ? Whoopee ! A hundred dollars would not 

 buy that sheep." 



As he spoke he began unloading the head and skin 

 of a fine ram from his saddle. While the naturalist 

 and the doctor prepared supper the judge told his 

 story. 



"Do you see that mountain off there? It's more 

 than -five miles over there and the trees are down 

 dreadfully between here and that old bald-top. I 

 rode all the way, though, and Nellie had a terrible 

 time getting over the logs. At ten o'clock I tied 

 Nellie at the foot of the mountain and climbed to 

 the top. I went along that snow-bank which you can 

 see over there, and as I slipped along I saw a sheep. 

 I worked around a crag and got within seventy-five 

 yards of him. There was a whole band of them and 

 they did not see me. That head and skin tells the 

 rest of the story." 



Williams was so elated over the fulfilment of his 

 prophecy of the night before that he at once proceeded 

 to perform the ceremony of christening the camp. 

 In honour of the queen, in whose dominions the party 

 were encamped, it was called Camp Victoria. 



After several days' unsuccessful hunting Dyche 

 concluded to extend his range and went to a bald 

 ridge about six miles from camp. Ascending the 

 highest peak in the whole country, from which a 

 vast expanse of mountain and valley could be seen, 

 he carefully scanned the surroundings. He espied a 

 moving object about a mile away and finally made it 



