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over the pinnacle above, and we immediately started 

 to climb, reaching the top at 2.00 P.M., when we sat 

 down to eat our lunch of hard-tack and cold sheep 

 meat. The other side of the mountain sloped 

 down a number of thousand feet and then dropped 

 into a canyon, across which were lower tundra- 

 covered mountains, on which we picked out two fine 

 rams one mile away. The writer, with Dixon, de- 

 cided to go after the band of seven rams we had 

 seen in the morning, but were now hidden by an in- 

 tervening ridge, while Hoyt and the Indian went 

 after the two rams on the tundra ; and wishing each 

 other " good luck " we started on our separate 

 courses. The writer's stalk lay along a knife-blade 

 ridge of the mountain where the cold wind blew a 

 gale and where we made our way slowly across the 

 faces of pinnacles that could not be climbed. The 

 game was located resting on another peak, separated 

 from our ridge by an abyss thousands of feet deep 

 but only one hundred and seventy-five yards across; 

 at the edge we paused and examined the rams with 

 our glasses, which disclosed one large head with per- 

 fect horns, the other heads being smaller, and sev- 

 eral with broomed or broken points. Just below 

 the slight rise at the edge of the gorge separating us 

 from the rams the writer focused his camera and 

 placed it within reach, and then took careful aim 

 with rifle at the chosen ram resting on the top of the 

 peak. A single shot ranging through behind the 



