White Sheep 
being all very well! I made a big detour and 
reached the top of the mountain, which may have 
been two thousand feet high at its summit. 
Arrived, I carefully looked down the hill, and 
saw my quarry lying down two hundred yards 
away to my left. I stalked those sheep so care- 
fully that I gained a spot within sixty yards of 
them. I knew that one beast was a ewe from 
the commencement, and that she had a lamb 
with her; but this did not deter me from my 
effort to kill her, for these sheep had never been 
brought to Europe, or to Canada, for the matter 
of that, and I proposed to kill three ewes if 
possible, and save their whole skins to present 
to different museums. I rolled a small stone 
down the hill: it was but a pebble, but had the 
desired effect of bringing the sheep to her feet, 
when I killed her with a bullet through her 
shoulder, and she fell dead to the shot. The 
lamb I killed for meat principally, but also 
because I knew it would not live without its 
dam. Now, the question arose, how to get the 
beasts back to camp; the distance was nothing, 
not more than a mile as the crow flies, but the 
ground was very stony and rough. I settled 
the matter by gralloching the ewe, and swinging 
her on to my shoulder, carrying my rifle and the 
lamb in my free hand. The load nearly took 
charge of me once or twice, but after a some- 
what arduous descent I successfully arrived 
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