Krag:, the Kootenay Ram 



of the band for a long time was a single line as 

 they headed for distant pastures. 



Scotty followed doggedly behind ; all day 

 he followed, and at night, in a little hollow, 

 crouched like a wild beast in his lair, with this 

 difference only : he had a fire, and he smoked a 

 pipe in very human fashion. In the morning 

 he went on as before. Once or twice in the far 

 distance he saw the band of Sheep travelling 

 steadily southward. Next day passed, and 

 the Sheep were driven to the south end of 

 the Yak-in-i-kak range, just north of Whitefish 

 Lake. 



South of this was the Half-moon Prairie, east 

 the broken land that stretched toward the north 

 fork of the Flathead, and north of them their 

 pertinacious and deadly foe. The Sheep were 

 in doubt now, and as old Krag sought to sneak 

 back by the lower benches of the east slope, 

 he heard a "crack!" and a stinging something 

 touched one horn and tore the hair from his 

 shoulder. 



The touch of a rifle-ball on the horn of a Ram 

 has a more or less stunning effect ; and Krag, 

 dazed for a moment, gave the signal which in 



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