Krag> the Kootenay Ram 



than usual for a Ewe, and they were of the kind 

 called Spikehorns or Spikers ; she also had 

 plenty of good Sheep sense. The region above 

 Tobacco Creek had been growing more dan- 

 gerous each month, thanks chiefly to Scotty, 

 and the Mother Sheep's intention to move out 

 was decided for her by the morning's tragedy. 



She careered along the slope of the Gunder 

 Peak at full speed, but before going over each 

 rising ground she stopped and looked over it, 

 ahead and back, remaining still as a lichen- 

 patched rock for a minute or more in each place 

 while she scanned the range around. 



Once as she did this she saw a dark, moving 

 figure on a range behind her. It was old 

 Scotty. She was in plain view, but she held as 

 still as could be, and so escaped notice ; and 

 when the man was lost behind the rocks she 

 bounded away faster than before, with little 

 Nubbins scampering after. At each ridge she 

 looked out carefully ; but seeing no more of 

 either her enemy or her friends, she pushed on 

 quietly all that day, travelling more slowly as 

 the danger-field was left behind. 



Toward evening, as she mounted the Yak-in-i- 



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