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" I surely thought," said Charlie, " that Jack would 

 tear the very face off of me, he was that wild. He yelled, 

 ' Charlie! Charlie!' and we rolled and tumbled around 

 in that bunk until I thought he never would come to his 

 senses. Finally I yelled at him so loud that he woke 

 up, panting like a man who has been running. When 

 I spoke to him, and asked him what he was dreaming 

 about he said, ( My God, Charlie! I thought you were 

 sliding off them rocks again, and I was tryin' to pull 

 you back.' ' 



" Say, Charlie," said Mack, " what's the matter with 

 tellin' how you-all came to scare Jack Lewis that way? " 



" Oh, I've told that before, nearly a dozen times," 

 said Smith, with an air of strong disapproval. 



" Never mind, Charlie," said Mr. Phillips, " the Di- 

 rector has never heard it, and I'd like to hear it again 

 myself." 



" Go on, Charlie ; go on." 



THE SHEEP THAT COULDN'T BE CAUGHT 



" Well," said Charlie, more cheerfully, " about five 

 years ago an eastern Sportsmen's Association offered five 

 hundred dollars for a live, full-grown mountain sheep 

 ram; so Jack Lewis and I secured a permit from the gov- 

 ernment and started out to land that five hundred. It was 

 in January. The thermometer was away below zero, and 

 the mountains were covered with snow and ice. We dis- 

 covered a band of sheep high up on a wind-swept ridge 

 of Sheep Mountain, and tried to drive them down into 



