After Bighorn 



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margin of black along the thorax, fluttered 

 from flower to flower. 



On the following morning when we started 

 at dawn for the top of the mountains for 

 sheep, the fog hung like a pall over the valley, 

 so thick that we scarcely saw ten feet in any 

 direction. As we continued to climb, the fog 

 grew thinner and thinner and a light breeze 

 started when we had reached the summit. 

 AVhat a sight to see! — the fog clinging to the 

 leeward side of the peaks, the gentle breezes 

 trying to disperse it, and the sun, shining like 

 silver interspersed with turquoise, glistening 

 from the snow-capped peaks. 



After spending some time in admiration of 

 the panorama we plodded along silently, al- 

 ways on the alert for signs of game, when 

 suddenly we were startled by two young black- 

 tail stags, rising up from their beds cf stone. 

 They seemed to be quite tame, for I could 

 have shot them both had I so desired; but the 

 camp w^as well supplied with fresh meat and 

 their antlers would make poor trophies. I 

 pulled out my kodak to take a picture, but 

 the sun being unfavorable necessitated a 



