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fully scanned their surroundings, while we trans- 

 formed ourselves into the very immobility of the 

 stones around. Satisfying themselves there was 

 nothing moving on all that great mountainside, 

 they went to nibbling the sweet grass tops. Mac 

 took one long look with the glasses, then held 

 up three fingers and pointed to the middle finger. 

 By that I took it that the middle ram carried the 

 set of horns he wanted me to have. 



Between nibbles the sheep would raise their 

 heads, scan the country as if they expected to see 

 an adversary. They seemed conscious of some- 

 thing unusual and commenced to walk slowly up 

 the mountain. Carefully I raised my gun and 

 Mac nodded his approval. They appeared a little 

 over two hundred yards distant. Luckily they 

 stopped and took that one last look that so often 

 proves their undoing. I was taking up the creep 

 on the trigger ; the sight looked good. The mau- 

 ser spoke out and a fine big ram rolled down 

 the mountain, lodging in a tumble of rocks. 



The tape showed a 16-inch base and 41 -inch 

 curl a most satisfactory head. All measure- 

 ments of horns as is generally known, will show 

 a shrinkage of one-half to three-quarters of an 

 inch after having been killed a few weeks. The 

 official base measurement in Telegraph Creek 



