Kfag, the Kootenay Ram 



swered every end except the pleasure of doing 

 it. But so he went, seeking, searching— for 

 what? He could not have told; but he 

 would know when he found it. Away he ca- 

 reered at the head of his band, till they crossed 

 the trail of another band, and, instinct-guided, 

 he followed after. In a mile or two the other 

 band was sighted, a group of Ewes. They fled, 

 of course, but being cornered on a rugged 

 bench, they stood, and after due punctilio they 

 allowed the Rams to approach. 



The Bighorn is no monogamist. The finest 

 Ram claims all of the Ewes in the flock, and 

 any question of his claim must be settled on 

 the spot in mortal fight. Hitherto there had 

 been a spirit of good-fellowship among the 

 Rams, but now that was changed ; and when 

 great Krag bounded forward, snorting out a 

 challenge to all the rest to disprove his right of 

 might, there was none to face him, and, strange 

 to tell, with many claimants, there was no fight. 

 There was nothing now for the rest to do but 

 to wheel at his command and leave him to the 

 devotion and admiration of his conquest. 



If, as they say, beauty and prowess are 

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