The White Sheep of Kenai Peninsula 



made his hill camp. It must be remembered that 

 at such an altitude there is very little fuel, and that 

 good camping places are few and far between. 



The next morning we were up early, intending 

 to take our first hunt, but the small Killy 

 River, on which we were now located, was 

 much swollen by the heavy rains, and could not 

 be crossed. We devoted the forenoon to bridging 

 this stream, but during the afternoon a small 

 bunch of sheep was sighted low down on the 

 mountains, and I started with Hunter to see if it 

 contained any good rams. We left camp about 

 noon and reached the sheep in a little over an hour. 

 There was one ram which I shot for meat, but un- 

 fortunately his head was smaller than I thought, 

 and valueless as a trophy. 



As sheep hunting in these hills is at best hard 

 work, I decided to move the camp as high up as we 

 could find wood and water. The next morning as 

 we started on our first real hunt, we took the native 

 with us, and after selecting a spot at the edge of 

 the timber line, left him to bring up our camp to 

 this place while my man and I continued over the 

 mountains in search of rams. The day was dull 

 and the wind was fortunately light. 



After a stiff climb we came out upon a mossy 

 tableland, intersected by several deep gulches, 



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