THE ROCKY MOUNTAIN SHEEP. 



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the canon. When he came to me, he said he had located 

 four Sheep, and was sneaking on them when I fii-ed. My 

 shots alarmed them, and they ran. He shot at them at 

 long range, and one ram fell, but immediately got up and 

 tried to run. He kept falling and staggering till he reached 

 the brink of a great precipice, when he fell over and 

 went to the bottom of it, no doubt crushed to a shajDeless 



Tne bunan of Cnopaca. 



mass. Miller thinks the Sheep was nearly dead when he 

 started down, and is sure he was nothing more than a mass 

 of sausage when he reached the foot. He said he was not 

 hunting that kind of meat, and would not have gone down 

 that heathenish hill-side after him if there had been three 

 barrels of him. 



We took the head, skin, and saddle of the big ram I 

 had killed (and whose portrait is shown herewith), carried 



