A LOST MOOSE 85 



we commenced to pick our way to the face of 

 the mountain to look for the rams. When 

 near the edge a commotion was heard in our 

 rear. On looking back Billie was discovered 

 with his rope twisted and trying to jump over 

 Charley. The wolf-dog had returned and 

 was the active cause of this commotion. The 

 Chief resorted to firing stones at him once 

 more. One of them hit him, and away he 

 went howling and barking as if he was injured 

 for life. This unusual uproar would cer- 

 tainly startle the rams, and I therefore ran as 

 fast as I could to the edge of the precipice 

 and, lying down flat, looked over. I saw the 

 six rams running here and there in wild alarm, 

 caused by the howling of the wolf-dog. The 

 big ram happened to be the farthest away, and 

 although I was badly blown by the fast run- 

 ning, I opened fire at once without waiting to 

 get calmed down. The first shot was a clean 

 miss, but it changed the ram's course and he 

 now ran towards me. The second bullet hit 

 him back of the shoulder, but he turned again 

 to run straight down the mountain. The third 

 bullet was another clean miss; the fourth hit 

 him in the paunch, and once again turned 

 him. The fifth was also a miss. Now he was 

 running down hill at a fairly good pace, but 



