White Sheep 



being all very well ! I made a big detour and 

 reached the top of the mountain, which may have 

 been two thousand feet high at its summit. 

 Arrived, I carefully looked down the hill, and 

 saw my quarry lying down two hundred yards 

 away to my left. I stalked those sheep so care- 

 fully that I gained a spot within sixty yards of 

 them. I knew that one beast was a ewe from 

 the commencement, and that she had a lamb 

 with her ; but this did not deter me from my 

 effort to kill her, for these sheep had never been 

 brought to Europe, or to Canada, for the matter 

 of that, and I proposed to kill three ewes if 

 possible, and save their whole skins to present 

 to different museums. I rolled a small stone 

 down the hill : it was but a pebble, but had the 

 desired effect of bringing the sheep to her feet, 

 when I killed her with a bullet through her 

 shoulder, and she fell dead to the shot. The 

 lamb I killed for meat principally, but also 

 because I knew it would not live without its 

 dam. Now, the question arose, how to get the 

 beasts back to camp ; the distance was nothing, 

 not more than a mile as the crow flies, but the 

 ground was very stony and rough. I settled 

 the matter by gralloching the ewe, and swinging 

 her on to my shoulder, carrying my rifle and the 

 lamb in my free hand. The load nearly took 

 charge of me once or twice, but after a some- 

 what arduous descent I successfully arrived 



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