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Thus entirely unprotected they continued feeding, until 

 the lengthening shadows warned them of evening, and 

 they slowly fed upward toward the crest to lie down for 

 the night. During all the time that I watched them, the 

 lambs kept playing, chasing each other, butting, and run- 

 ning back and forth. 



I was so close that through my glasses the colors 

 of all the sheep were clearly discernible, and I carefully 

 made notes in the small note-book which I carried. 

 The majority of them were nearly of the same type as 

 that of some of the Stone sheep killed on the Sheslay 

 River north of Telegraph Creek on the Stikine, the skins 

 of which are in the American Museum of Natural His- 

 tory in New York. From a short distance, the heads 

 appeared perfectly white, the bodies light gray, interme- 

 diate in color between typical Ovis stonei and the saddle- 

 backed sheep, so-called Ovis fannini. None had necks 

 as dark as typical Ovis stonei, a few would be classed as 

 Ovis fannini. Four were almost as white as the light 

 colored sheep killed on the MacMillan. Several had 

 lambs strictly resembling their mother in color. Four of 

 the darkest ewes had white lambs. Three of the whitest 

 ewes had very dark lambs. One dark ewe had two 

 lambs, one white, one dark. The saddle-backed ewes had 

 lambs, singly and in pairs, varying in all shades of color 

 from whitish to very dark. 



I was a long distance from camp and it was not 

 possible to stalk the sheep without descending on the 

 other side to the foot of the mountains, so that I could 

 climb around the other mountain in a course which would 



