In the Old Rockies 



of Montana which many of us know so well and 

 which would be so beautiful in our eastern parks, 

 with a spread on the ground of densely foliaged 

 limbs perhaps forty to fifty feet in diameter and 

 tapering in a perfect cone to the highest branch in 

 the middle. The ram's tracks were very fresh and 

 a? it was the only track to be seen in the newly 

 fallen snow to the right or left for many yards, I 

 entertained the hope that when I should get around 

 the juniper I might catch a glimpse of him beyond 

 it. So I carefully crept around the snow-covered 

 bushy base of the tree, both barrels cocked, expect- 

 ing every instant to get a shot. I continued to 

 walk around the tree until I found myself on the 

 side opposite that from which I had first started to 

 go around it. The ram's track still kept ahead of 

 me circling the juniper. I followed carefully. 

 When I was three-quarters of the way around the 

 tree I was amazed that I had not previously 

 noticed his track on that side of it, which was to 

 my left when I first commenced to go around it; 

 but as he kept on I followed directly after him. 

 Imagine my surprise and high disgust to find when 

 I had completed the circuit of the tree that there 

 was the ram's track in my own boot track. No 

 sign of him anywhere; only the evidence of long 

 jumps in the snow, for he had doubtless started 



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