The White Sheep of Kenai Peninsula 



other side. We had unknowingly worked into the 

 midst of a big band of ewes, lambs, and small 

 rams. I counted twenty-seven on my left and 

 twenty-five on my right, but among them all there 

 was not a head worth shooting. 



This was the first great band of white sheep I 

 had seen, and I watched them at this close range 

 with much interest. Soon a tell-tale eddy in the 

 breeze gave them our scent, and they slowly 

 moved away, not hurriedly nor in great alarm, but 

 reminding me much of tame sheep, or deer in a 

 park. Man was rather an unfamiliar animal to 

 them, and his scent brought but little dread. From 

 this time until darkness hid them, sheep were in 

 plain view the entire day. In a short while I 

 counted over one hundred ewes and lambs. 



We worked over one range and around another 

 with the great valley of the river lying at our 

 feet, while beyond were chain upon chain of bleak 

 and rugged mountains. Finally we came to a vast 

 gulch supposed to be the home of the large rams. 

 My men had hunted in this section two years be- 

 fore, and had never failed to find good heads here, 

 but we now saw nothing worth stalking. By de- 

 grees we worked to the top of the gulch, and 

 coming to the summit of the ridge paused, for at 

 our feet was what at first appeared but a perpen- 



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