ON THE SHEEP RANGES 



were gone. We continued for a few hundred 

 yards farther, Cap still fifty feet or so in the 

 lead, when again they appeared on the sky-line 

 250 yards away, looking down at us. Cap raised 

 his gun to shoot, but I stopped him. Due to our 

 winded condition and our effort to get a solid 

 footing before shooting (also to our trying to get 

 out where their full bodies showed, as they made 

 a very poor target for us, albeit a good one for 

 Cap), they escaped before we could get a shot. 



Silently and sour we climbed to the top of the 

 ridge, where we were joined by William, Rogers 

 and Wooden. We reached the summit just in 

 time to see the farewell salute of our quarry as it 

 passed over the next ridge. It seemed now too 

 late in the day to make another hunt, so, de- 

 scending by another route to the westward we 

 met Longley with the horses as per appointment, 

 and rode to camp. While waiting for Longley 

 and scouring the timber to find out if he had 

 gone up or down, Harry saw something dark thru 

 the deep foliage that looked like a moose. His 

 surmise was later proven to be correct when 

 William found the fresh sign of the animal where 

 it had been standing. We reached camp at 

 7 p. m. after a most unsatisfactory hunt. 



Next morning we all arose with a determined 

 feeling that a repetition of the previous day's 

 blunder should never occur again. William, 

 Wooden, Rogers and Longley started for moose 

 in the timber near camp, while Harry and Shorty 



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