Big Game in the Rockies 



the descent, alarmed the rams and thus 

 made my hunt a failure. 



For several days I watched this point, but 

 those rams never came back to it again. 

 However, not long after this I was amply re- 

 warded, and secured a fine specimen. From 

 one of the high ledges I was looking down 

 into a sort of amphitheater shut in by mas- 

 sive rocky heights. In this secluded retreat 

 a little band of ewes, with one grand old 

 patriarch as their master, could be seen every 

 day disporting themselves with many a curi- 

 ous gambol. After many unsuccessful at- 

 tempts, I was enabled to get a shot, and 

 great was my delight at depriving the little 

 band of their supercilious protector. Upon 

 another occasion I was camping away back 

 up in the mountains, where there were about 

 eighteen inches of snow on the ground. The 

 weather had been villainous; there was no- 

 meat in the camp, and I determined to see if 

 I could not get a deer. The prospect was 

 not very cheering, for shortly after starting 

 a heavy fog shut down, hiding all objects 

 from view. I had not proceeded far, how- 

 ever, when I struck the fresh track of a ram, 



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