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our course on a lower level, but with the evident 

 intention of coming to the top. 



Hoyt fired once and missed, and the band was off 

 at a gallop, while we stampeded up the ridge and 

 then ran a half mile along the summit in order to 

 head off the rams as they came to the sky line. The 

 sheep, however, in single file plunged through the 

 snow, topped the summit far ahead of us, and 

 Dixon, looking through the glasses, called out the 

 second ram as a big head, which the writer by a 

 lucky shot wounded in the shoulder at four hundred 

 yards. A moment later Hoyt wounded the other 

 big ram at four hundred and fifty yards, and we 

 both wasted a number of futile shots at the rest of 

 the band as they vanished over the crest, after which 

 we each took the red trail left by our stricken game, 

 as the rams made their way down the mountain. 

 Albert and the writer watched Hoyt with Dixon go 

 after Hoyt's wounded ram and a mile away saw 

 Hoyt's rifle flash the finishing shot, when we turned 

 to follow the descending trail of my ram. At sev- 

 eral places the animal had laid down to rest and had 

 been eating snow, but we traveled over a mile and 

 had reached a level only a thousand feet above the 

 base of the mountain, when we came upon the sheep 

 standing in a little draw. 



With one shot I put him out of his misery, and 

 we proceeded at once to examine him carefully. 

 The specimen was really a rare trophy, the horns 



