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A Hunting Trip 



snow-clad peaks, the home of the bighorn, and 

 we were anxious to make as Httle noise as pos- 

 sible, knowing how alert and ever-watchful the 

 quarry in its mountain fastnesses can be. 

 Many signs of game were perceptible to the 



Clinging to the Peaks 



eyes of an experienced guide as we tramped 

 over the snow and rocks, crushing the beautiful 

 flowers of many colors and varieties under our 

 feet. When the sun came out, a species of 

 the butterfly, with its gaudy wings grayish- 

 white speckled with black and red dots and 



