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been killed as he dropped back into the canon. The 

 two small rams slowly followed him. 



Then as quickly and as noiselessly as possible, I 

 walked two hundred yards to the right, just below and 

 parallel with the crest, to a point where I could look 

 down in the canon. Seventy-five yards away on the 

 opposite side and a little below were eight rams closely 

 bunched, all nervously looking down. They had heard 

 the noise of the old ram falling and were looking in that 

 direction. They had not determined the direction of the 

 danger. I quickly selected the one with the largest 

 horns and off-hand shot him through the heart. The 

 rest jumped and ran a hundred yards downward, and 

 rushed up the broken surface to the edge of the canon 

 directly below me, where all stopped and looked about 

 in excitement, not yet having seen me. 



Selecting the one with the next largest horns I sent 

 a bullet through his heart, and he dropped in his tracks. 

 The others scattered, ran about a little, and stood again, 

 still not having seen me. Selecting the grayest I shot 

 him through the middle of the body. He ran down the 

 canon slope near the second dead ram, and stood a 

 moment until another shot killed him. The rest, three 

 of which had good horns, bunched, ran a few yards, and 

 again stood and looked up, for the first time seeing me. 

 In alert attitudes they gazed at me for several seconds 

 until I moved, then all dashed across the slope and dis- 

 appeared through the ravine, again coming in sight for 

 a moment before they rushed around to the other side 

 of the mountain. I went quickly down to the third 



