Kr ag, the Kootenay Ram 



bins, always active, was sure to be up first of 

 the Lambs. Whitenose was inclined to be lazy, 

 and would stay curled up, the last of the family 

 to begin the day of activity. His snowy nose 

 was matched by a white patch behind, as in 

 all Bighorn Sheep, only larger and whiter than 

 usual, and this patch afforded so tempting a 

 mark that Nubbins never could resist a good 

 chance to charge at it. He was delighted if, 

 in the morning, he could waken his little friend 

 by what he considered a tremendous butt on 

 his beautiful patch of white. 



Mountain Sheep usually go in bands; the 

 more in the band, the more eyes for danger. 

 But the hunters had been very active in the 

 Kootenay country ; Scotty in particular had 

 been relentless. His shanty roof was littered 

 over with horns of choice Rams, and inside 

 it was half-filled with a great pile of Sheepskins 

 awaiting a market. So the droves of Bighorn 

 were reduced to a few scattering bands, the 

 largest of which was less than thirty, and many, 

 like that of which I speak, had but three or 

 four in it. 



Once or twice during the first fortnight of 



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