32 A Hunting Trip 



spot where I had fired my last shot and there 

 he was, shot through the front shoulder, and in 

 a short time he breathed his last. The proud- 

 est moment of a man's life — successful! 



Bighorn Kam. 



And the ram had been fairly outwitted 

 by a stalk from the direction most favor- 

 able to him on account of his known habit 

 of always looking down the direction from 



