SHEEP BOTH WHITE AND DARK 



the snow I found myself slipping. Then, quickly, 

 I stuck the gun stock in the snow on my right. 

 This almost upset me, and I tried to dig my heels 

 in the ice-like surface, but, failing in this, and 

 accumulating momentum as I slowly slid for- 

 ward I again jammed the gun stock in, this time 

 holding it between my legs. I was not making 

 much success at this when I passed Johnny's 

 position, and, hearing him call and looking up, 

 I saw him holding out to me a long sarvis berry 

 twig. I held to it and swung in to safety below 

 him just as I was beginning to realize the danger 

 of my position. I was really not very much ex- 

 cited until it was all over, but I slept very little 

 that night, thinking of it. After that experience 

 I haven't near as much nerve on icy or snowy 

 sidling surfaces as I formerly had. 



Previous to my late trip to Alaska and Yukon 

 Territory, my sheep hunting had been confined 

 to Wyoming and Montana. In twenty-five 

 years of hunting (during which time I have been 

 a participant in more than a score of big game 

 hunting trips in various parts of the continent) 

 I am glad that the pursuit of ovis canadensis 

 has claimed seven out of twenty-two of these 

 trips, as follows: 



In 1900, in the company of J. A. Ricker and 

 Dike Fisk, in the Big Blackfoot country of Mon- 

 tana. 



In 1907, withNedFrost and Fred Richard,in the 

 Wiggins Fork and Greybull country of Wyoming. 



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