NORTHERN GAME TRAILS 309* 



some weeks later showed only 15^4, but it is 

 rather rare to find a base over 14 of the Ovis 

 Stoneii. 



While we were removing the scalp four ewes 

 circled around us, showing the utmost curiosity. 

 At times they would stop some 200 yards off and 

 gaze at us as though saying, "You look mighty 

 strange, but this is about as near as we care to 

 come." Then getting our scent they scampered 

 up to the very top. How strange that even 

 though an animal may never have seen a human 

 being, the dread of the man-scent seems born in 

 them. Off to the north we saw several goats 

 feeding on a lofty patch of green grass. They 

 looked like little snowballs that had come to life. 



It was dark when we reached camp, but Pat, 

 who had returned before us, had a roaring good 

 fire going. I know of nothing so welcome, after 

 a hard day's hunt, as the old campfire, when one 

 is tired, cold and wet; deep down in your heart 

 there is a calm, clean satisfaction that makes one 

 feel quite in harmony with all guileless nature. 



The dawn wind played around my tent in fit- 

 ful, panicky little gusts, and I could see outside 

 that it must have been snowing all night, for it 

 had piled deep. In fact it looked as if we were 

 literally sewed up. It was Sunday, anyway, and 



