Hunting at High Altitudes 



sheep had descended the gulch and were slowly 

 climbing the mountain on the other side. We now 

 started back to pick up the killed and wounded, 

 thinking there must be some after fifteen or twenty 

 shots fired. Going back to near the point where 

 we started them, I observed an old ram peering 

 at me over a ledge of rock. He was about a hun- 

 dred yards up the mountain and showed only his 

 head and neck. I fired at him, and supposed that 

 I dropped him, so rapidly did his head disappear. 

 I climbed higher toward him, and again he showed 

 his whole body, but not long enough for a shot. I 

 called to Catlin, who was on the other side of this 

 ledge of rock to look out, as I was sure the ram 

 would almost run over him. Soon I heard three 

 shots, and presently saw Catlin triumphantly point- 

 ing at the ram and declaring that he had broken 

 his legs. At last Catlin killed the ram, and the 

 shots found in his body showed that he was the 

 one that I had shot at first. He could have escaped 

 in a dozen different directions, but declined to do 

 so; insisting on following his band, he ran the 

 gauntlet of our rifles. The ram was the largest 

 that I had yet seen. Its measurements were as 

 follows: Length of body, from tip of nose to 

 root of tail, 60 inches; height at shoulder, 42 

 inches; circumference of chest, 52 inches; length 



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