OUR GALLANT LITTLE HORSES 



I had changed my mind completely. The mountain 

 sheep is distinctly a beast to be respected. He lives 

 in the most uncomfortable places it is possible to 

 imagine, he is marvellously sure of foot, always on 

 the alert for possible enemies, and there can be few 

 horned animals more difficult to photograph. 



Another creature with which we came in contact 

 during this portion of the trip was the wolf. Whilst 

 out in pursuit of buffalo I got pictures of some of these 

 rather objectionable vermin ; and during the trip to 

 Randall's place, amongst the Hellroaring Mountains, I 

 saw several more of them. I wanted to photograph 

 them, but beyond that I had no wish to make their 

 closer acquaintance. 



After crossing the Yellowstone River we found 

 ourselves faced with a climb of many thousands of feet, 

 right into the mountains again. I do not know how I, 

 for one, would have managed without the aid of our 

 wonderful Httle horses. They were just splendid. It 

 seems almost impossible for them to make a mistake ; 

 they cross the most dangerous-looking ground without 

 a stumble and without a sign of fear. I shall always 

 remember them, just as I shall always remember my 

 dear old elephant in the jungle of Mysore. 



As mentioned in the chapter on my Canadian 

 experiences, I have found beaver at an elevation of 

 eight to nine thousand feet above sea-level ! This was 

 in the Rockies. No one seemed able to explain 



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