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again—it must be a sheer necessity, unless they 
are content to be racked with rheumatism and 
such-like ills. Isaw Hunter try on the same game 
one evening later on, but I abused him so roundly 
that he did have the decency to get out of his 
wet things and have them dried. 
The next day we moved camp to the foot of 
the mountains, a distance of perhaps three miles. 
Here I made a permanent camp during the time 
that we meant to hunt sheep. The only draw- 
back to this site was due to the fact that firewood 
was very scarce, and we had to depend upon the 
limited number of black alder bushes growing 
in the vicinity, and these we had to use 
very carefully. | 
I took Shanghai with me and proceeded half 
a mile up the valley between the two mountains 
that hemmed in my camp on one side, to look 
for signs of sheep, and had barely gone three 
hundred yards when I saw two rams feeding 
peacefully on my left, within two hundred yards 
of me. They had not seen us as we were about 
to round a small bend in the valley and were 
going very cautiously lest any game might be 
near. We were lucky in being able to see them 
first, especially as the sheep were above us on 
the side of the hill. I had in my pocket a supply 
of very light down that I had plucked from a 
wild plant that grew in the marshy places I had 
passed through, and particles of this I now used 
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