Krag, the Kootenay Ram 



tion ; and whichever way he turned, there was a 

 Lamb ready to butt at him, till poor Nubbins 

 was driven to take refuge under his mother. 

 Of course she could protect him, but he could 

 not stay there always, and the rest of the day 

 with the herd was an unhappy one for poor 

 Nubbins, but a very amusing one for the 

 others. He was so awed by their numbers, 

 the suddenness of it all, that he did not know 

 what to do. His activity helped but little. 

 Next morning it was clear that the others in- 

 tended to have some more fun at his expense. 

 One of these, the largest, was a stocky little 

 Ram. He had no horns yet, but when they 

 did come they were just like himself, thick-set 

 and crooked and rough, so that, reading ahead, 

 we may style him " Krinklehorn." He came 

 over, and just as Nubbins rose, hind legs first, 

 as is Sheep fashion, the other hit him square 

 and hard. Nubbins went sprawling, but jumped 

 up again, and in something like a little temper 

 went for the bully. Their small heads came 

 together with about as much noise as two balls 

 of yarn, but they both meant to win. Nubbins 

 was aroused now, and he dashed for that other 



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