White Sheep 
to test the wind, which I fancied would be very 
shifty. There was on my left a small water- 
course which came down the mountain side, 
and which I took advantage of to get on a higher 
level than the rams I sought ; on my right was 
a sharply defined ridge of shale and stones, which 
presently I carefully ascended. I tried the alr 
here with some of the down, and was horrified 
to find that what little wind there was apparently 
blew directly from my position to that of the 
Sheep. I had not even looked over the top of the 
ridge, tossing the down into the air, so I was 
still unaware whether the game had winded me 
or not. I was determined to get high enough 
before attempting to spy the ground, so to this 
end continued my climb quite another eighty 
yards. I then had to leave the creek bed, as it 
turned away from the direction I wished to go. 
There was nothing left now but to approach the 
top of the ridge again. I tested the air once more, 
and was agreeably surprised to find that this 
time it blew straight up the face of the hill. 
Now I ventured to peer over the edge—there 
were the sheep peacefully feeding on the edge 
of a deep depression in the ground. I used my 
glasses and saw that they were two nice 
rams; with good heads turned away from 
me as they continued to feed into the hollow. 
Now the critical part of the stalk had to 
come, namely the crawl over the ledge of 
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