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darker than Fannin sheep. He was so old that I could 

 not count the rings on his wrinkled horns. They were 

 blunted at the tips, and his teeth were badly worn. 

 Though not large in circumference or unusually long, I 

 class them as the most impressive type of wild sheep- 

 horns massive, well-curled, and more than all, thor- 

 oughly and deeply wrinkled. After taking some photo- 

 graphs I measured him I never measure a mountain 

 sheep unless it falls on fairly level ground smooth enough 

 to insure accuracy, and just after killing, before it has 

 stiffened or become swollen. All the conditions were 

 favorable and my steel tape recorded his length as 

 fifty-nine inches, height forty inches, and girth behind 

 shoulders (a measurement which varies according to the 

 condition of the animal, and doubtful to get twice alike 

 under any conditions) forty-eight inches. His weight, so 

 near as I could estimate it, was about two hundred and 

 forty pounds. 



The ram was lying at an altitude of six thousand seven 

 hundred feet. It was then nearly six in the afternoon, 

 and after resting awhile to smoke my pipe and behold 

 the glorified landscape, I took off the skin and cleaned 

 the skull. 



At nine I reached camp; the air was frosty and the 

 warmth of the crackling fire congenial. 



August 2. The next morning I prepared the skin of 

 the ram, and also those of several ground-squirrels. In 

 the afternoon I took the mouse-traps and set them high 

 on a mountain in front of camp. Now and then I had 

 seen a chipmunk in the woods, but red squirrels were 



