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cocked and at the ready, expecting to see the 

 rams by the pool. However, they had gone, 

 anil the muddy water was settling in their deep 

 hoof marks. Running on I looked over the 

 edge of the cut bank and saw them slowly 

 quartering up the hillside, cropping the sparse 

 tufts of coarse grass. I whistled, and as they 

 stood at gaze I put a bullet into the biggest, a 

 little too far aft of the shoulder, but ranging 

 forward. He raced after the others, but soon 

 fell behind, and turned off on his own line, at 

 a walk, with dropping head. As he bled 

 freely I followed his tracks, found him, very 

 sick, in a washout a quarter of a mile beyond, 

 and finished him with another shot. After 

 dressing him, and cutting off the saddle and 

 hams, as well as the head, I walked back to 

 camp, breakfasted, and rode Manitou to where 

 the sheep lay. Packing it securely behind 

 the saddle, and shifting the blanket roll to in 

 front of the saddle-horn, I led the horse until 

 we were clear of the I5ad Lands ; then 

 mounted him, and was back at the ranch soon 

 after midday. 'I'he mutton of a fat young 

 mountain ram, at tiiis season of the year, is 

 delicious. 



Such fjuick success is rare in hunting 

 sheep. Generally each head has cost me sev- 

 eral days of hard, faithful work; and more 

 tiian once I have hunted over a week without 

 any reward wliatsoever. l!ut the quarry is so 

 noble that the ultimate triumph — sure to 

 come, if the hunter will but persevere long 

 enough — atones for all previous toil and 

 failure. 



Once a lucky stalk and shot at a bighorn 



