The Journal of a Sporting Nomad 
when you don’t get them! The next thing that 
happened almost seems to be incredible, but 
the fact remains that I had only just finished — 
taking off the head from the beast I had 
killed when who should put in an appearance 7 
below us, and coming up the hill, but my hunting ’ 
companion and his Indian! Of course it did not 4 
how matter much. I had obtained a head and 
that was all I wanted, but how in the world the 
Indian had the audacity to deliberately attempt 
to spoil my day’s sport in this manner I could 
not make out. Tke white man, of course, 
apologized most sincerely for the part he had 
so unwittingly played, and I know that he was 
unaware he was trespassing, but the Indian» 
understood well enough, for he had been ove nM 
the ground, or at least some of it, the previous 
day. One might as well have talked to a lump 
of coal as to this man, although I was aided in 
my efforts by the half-breed who accompanied © 
me. I fancy from what I could gather that later 
on in the evening some pretty plain talking too kK 
place between them, the honours, I should say, 
resting with my man, if the Indian’s expression - 
was any index to his feelings. 
I went in quite a different direction next day, - 
hoping that by going farther afield I might fine | 
one or other of my big sheep, but they seeme | 
to have left this part of the country altogethel 
I came upon a bunch of ewes and lambs, amongs | 
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