i io The Wilderness Hunter. 



could walk up to within short rifle range of them in the 

 open. 



On the high mountains bighorn occasionally get killed 

 by a snow-slide. My old friend, the hunter Woody, once 

 saw a band which started such an avalanche by running 

 along a steep sloping snow field, it being in the spring ; 

 for several hundred yards it thundered at their heels, but 

 by desperate racing they just managed to get clear. 

 Woody was also once an eye-witness to the ravages the 

 cougar commits among these wild sheep. He was stalk- 

 ing a band in the snow when he saw them suddenly scat- 

 ter at a run in every direction. Coming up he found the 

 traces of a struggle, and the track of a body being 

 dragged through the snow, together with the round foot- 

 marks of the cougar ; a little farther on lay a dead ewe, 

 the blood flowing from the fang wounds in her throat 



