Kragv the Kootenay Ram 



was as good as dead when he pulled on it. He 

 now rushed back for his weapon, but before he 

 could harm them, a bank of fog from the Peak 

 came rolling between. The same White Wind 

 that brought the treacherous trailing snow that 

 had betrayed them to their deadliest foe, now 

 brought the fog that screened them from his view. 



So Scotty could only stare up the cliff and, 

 half in admiration, mutter : "The little divils 

 the little divils— too smart for me, and them 

 less'n an hour old." 



For now he fully knew the meaning of the 

 uneasy wandering that he had read in the old 

 ones' trails. 



He spent the rest of the day in bootless hunt- 

 ing, and at night went home hungry, to dine off 

 a lump of fat bacon. 



Ill 



The rugged peaks are not the chosen home, but 

 rather the safe and final refuge, of the Sheep. 

 Once there, the mothers felt no fear, and thence- 

 forth, in the weeks that followed, they took care 

 that in feeding they should never wander far 



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