IN THE ALASKA- YUKON GAMELANDS 



as I heard other shots later. After moving a little 

 to my right I located Cap and the object of his 

 fire, a ram, in the gulch a half-mile away. I 

 hurriedly went to him and found he had a nice 

 5-year-old ram down. In body it was a beau- 

 tiful, large animal — the largest we killed on the 

 trip — but his horns weren't long enough to form 

 quite a complete turn. I estimated his weight 

 at 300 pounds, my comparison being made with 

 an ovis canadensis killed by me in Wyoming 

 once that weighed under the scales 31$ pounds. 

 It was 4 o'clock when I reached Cap and his 

 ram. We were nine miles from camp, and as we 

 were to move on the morrow it was necessary 

 that we carry meat and all in. We measured it 

 and skinned it out, taking the good meat, there 

 being not much owing to the manner in which 

 Cap had pulverized it with his .250. It seems 

 after first wounding it the animal stood, very 

 sick, instead of attempting to lie down — a quite 

 common thing for a goat or a sheep to do, con- 

 trary to the members of the deer family, who 

 will lie down more readily. Cap was a little dis- 

 appointed over the size of the animal's horns, 

 but was good enough to immediately then and 

 there offer to the museum a beautiful set of ovis 

 dalli horns that he had at home and which he 

 had planned on using some day for himself when 

 he should find a cape to suit them. These horns, 

 being larger than any we secured on the trip, 

 were greatly appreciated, and I thanked Cap 



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