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down, to escape the big horse-flies. Continuing upward, 1 

 came to a little lake at the foot of the last climb. Before 

 I had reached the summit I saw some objects come on top 

 of a peak about a mile northward, and the telescope revealed 

 them to be mountain sheep, among them three rams. They 

 kept coming until I had counted over thirty, then grad- 

 ually worked out of sight. Taking my horse up to the last 

 tree, I tied her, shouldered the camera, and started along the 

 crest of the ridge, which soon became very narrow. It was 

 almost perpendicular on the west, and very precipitous on the 

 east side, and in places only two or three feet wide. I was 

 soon across this, and hurried along until I reached the hill 

 where the sheep had been. The wind was in the west, so I 

 looked over and found a pocket on the east side where the 

 sheep were lying thickly as far as I could see. Right down 

 from the peak ran a ridge to the east, behind which I must 

 work, as I could not pass on account of the wind, which blew 

 almost constantly. Dropping back a few yards, I soon worked 

 down behind the ridge, but the shaly limestone required very 

 slow, careful work to prevent a fall. Crawling out to the 

 edge, I made a thorough search to see how many there were 

 and what could be done, and found I could go no farther, but 

 must let them come to me. Ere long they were all up and 

 feeding, and I counted fifty-six. When they had worked 

 within about two hundred yards, I exposed a plate with the 

 telephoto lens on the thickest part of the herd, and covered 

 thirty-six. (No. 2.) They were all feeding, so their heads 



