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The Wild Sheep of the Sierra. 



When winter storms set in, loading 

 their highland pastures with snow, then, 

 like the birds, they gather and go to 

 warmer climates, usually descending the 

 eastern flank of the range to the rough, 

 volcanic table-lands and treeless ranges 

 of the Great Basin adjacent to the Sierra. 

 They never make haste, however, and 

 seem to have no dread of storms, many 

 of the strongest only going down leis- 

 urely to bare, wind-swept ridges, to feed 

 on bushes and dry bunch-grass, and then 

 returning up into the snow. Once I was 

 snow-bound on Mount Shasta for three 



