Hunting at High Altitudes 



off at a run as soon as he got my scent. Yet I had 

 not heard a sound. I then came to the conclusion 

 that that particular ram was not for me, and with 

 hopes still high, I proceeded to try to find another 

 bunch of sheep. 



About midday I ran aross a mountain lion's 

 track, practically as fresh as my own. Not having 

 recently seen any sheep, and thinking that I might 

 possibly get a glimpse of this lion, I followed him. 

 He soon became aware of the fact, and proceeded 

 to have some sport with me, for, as could be 

 easily determined from the prints in the snow, he 

 would wait for me to come in sight, and then 

 would trot along a little further, get another point 

 of observation, sit down and wait for me to re- 

 appear. The country was rough, and I did not 

 think it wise to make the loops to leeward so neces- 

 sary in still-hunting moose in the far north, to 

 come upon the game from an unexpected direction. 

 After following the lion for an hour or more, con- 

 stantly expecting to see him before he could see me, 

 and at a moment when, unfortunately, I was keep- 

 ing my eyes glued on the snow trail ahead of me, 

 I saw out of the corner of my eye a dun-colored 

 body flash from a tree not more than forty yards 

 distant. Before I could shoot it had disappeared 

 among some rocks. I afterward found that this 



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