The Journal of a Sporting Nomad 



when you don't get them ! The next thing that 

 happened almost seems to be incredible, but 

 the fact remains that I had only just finished 

 taking off the head from the beast I had 

 killed when who should put in an appearance 

 below us, and coming up the hill, but my hunting 

 companion and his Indian ! Of course it did not 

 now matter much. I had obtained a head and 

 that was all I wanted, but how in the world the 

 Indian had the audacity to deliberately attempt 

 to spoil my day's sport in this manner I could 

 not make out. The white man, of course, 

 apologized most sincerely for the part he had 

 so unwittingly played, and I know that he was 

 unaware he was trespassing, but the Indian 

 understood well enough, for he had been over 

 the ground, or at least some of it, the previous 

 day. One might as well have talked to a lump 

 of coal as to this man, although I was aided in 

 my efforts by the half-breed who accompanied 

 me. I fancy from what I could gather that later 

 on in the evening some pretty plain talking took 

 place between them, the honours, I should say, 

 resting with my man, if the Indian's expression 

 was any index to his feelings. 



I went in quite a different direction next day, 

 hoping that by going farther afield I might find 

 one or other of my big sheep, but they seemed 

 to have left this part of the country altogether. 



I came upon a bunch of ewes and lambs, amongst 



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