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Krag - , the Kootenay Ram 



licked the salt till nature was satisfied, the Wise 

 One turned to go back to the range. The 

 grass in the valley was uncommonly good, 

 rich, rank, and abundant, and the Lambs 

 just beginning to feed were revelling in the 

 choicest of pasture ; but this was down among 

 the timber, with all its furtive dangers. The 

 Wise One, as well as the Spikerdoe, wanted to 

 get back to their own safe feeding-ground. 

 She led the way, and the rest, though unwilling, 

 would have followed, but little Krinklehorn was 

 too much engrossed with the rich food. He 

 would not follow. His mother missed him, and 

 when he bleated she came back to him. He 

 did not positively refuse to come, but he lin- 

 gered so that he held his mother back and en- 

 couraged the others to do the same. And when 

 night fell the band was still below timber-line, 

 and went to sleep in the woods. 



A Mountain Lion does not make much noise 

 as he sneaks up after his prey ; he goes like a 

 shadow : and not a sound was made by the great 

 hungry Lion of the Yak-in-i-kak until by chance 

 one little pebble touched by his velvet foot rolled 

 down the bank. It was a slight noise, but the 



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