104 THE UPPER YUKON 



worked out to perfection. When the Chief's 

 shot was fired, I had already gotten to the 

 rock, behind which I kneeled, resting the rifle 

 on its edge. 



I had just a little time to quiet down and 

 give my lungs a rest after the exertion of the 

 climb, when the rams came pouring over the 

 draw. Numbers one, two, and three ran to 

 the right and disappeared; next came the 

 grand big fellow of the bunch, running at a 

 remarkably fast pace. I aimed directly at 

 the back of his head — the bullet struck him 

 on the right fore-shoulder, going through to 

 the left shoulder and making a fatal shot. He 

 rolled down until stopped by a rock half-way 

 between us. It was a long shot and one that 

 the Chief praised much, on account of the 

 great speed with which the ram was going, 

 and because of the high elevation of the 

 quarry. 



To get up to the ram, dress him, and mount 

 him on Charley, took considerable time, and 

 now we were confronted with the fact that we 

 were twenty-five miles from the camp and it 

 would soon be night. Besides this, a hot wind 

 had been blowing all day directly from the 

 coast and the snow and ice were melting on 

 the mountains, the water tearing down their 



