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a mountain ram, I had to leave him, so I 

 pulled the bridle over his head and left him 

 standing loose. We were gone over three 

 hours before we came back, and on our re- 

 turn he was standing where I had left him — 

 he had not moved a step. 



Every morning when the horses would be 

 brought to the camp from their feeding 

 ground during the night, I would give him 

 some pancakes that I had saved or a couple 

 of mutton chops, which he always ate with 

 relish, crunching the bones and swallowing 

 them as well as the meat. Sometimes I would 

 give him the half of a ptarmigan and to him 

 that was a delightful morsel. When the fif- 

 teen head of horses would be seen coming, I 

 would call out, "Billie; here Billie," and he 

 would lose no time in running ahead for his 

 pancakes. 



I do not expect ever to meet with his equal 

 again. In time I will no doubt gradually for- 

 get the many exciting stalks, the interest of 

 the hunt itself, and the bringing to camp of 

 the game, but never as long as life shall last 

 will I forget Billie. 



It will be remembered that we arrived at 

 White Horse going ^'in" on the evening of 

 the fourteenth of August. When we came 



