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set by the noise of the occasional dropping 

 stones. We had over a mile and a half to 

 work our way up the canyon before getting 

 within range, and for most of the time the 

 sheep by reason of their location were invisi- 

 ble to us. When at last we neared them we 

 came to a place where a long and deep land- 

 slide had plunged down into the canyon. 

 This we crawled over and climbed around, 

 and at its far end we were near enough to 

 shoot. As it was meat we wanted, and that 

 badly, the Chief used his 30-40 Winchester 

 rifle, and the two of us started shooting. With 

 the first two bullets two of the rams fell, the 

 others running up the side of the mountain 

 as fast as if they were traveling on level 

 ground. They dodged backwards and for- 

 wards, now behind a rock and again above it, 

 until another one fell. The ram that was run- 

 ning the fastest seemed to bear a charmed life 

 for a while, but a bullet from my Mannlichcr 

 dropped him, and he rolled over, and down 

 the side of the mountain. We had gotten 

 four out of the five, and we were well satis- 

 fied, as we now had enough meat to last us 

 until we arrived at White Horse. We 

 dressed the sheep, had our lunch, and went 

 back for the horses. Strapping the sheep on 



