86 THE UPPER YUKON 



tottering from side to side. The sixth and 

 last bullet was a fatal shot. As he ran 

 straight away from me the bullet hit him 

 astern and he went head over heels, rolling 

 down the mountain until he was caught in a 

 "draw." 



I could not help shouting out in my excite- 

 ment over killing the first big ram I had ever 

 seen, and that too on the first day of the open 

 season. While the shooting had necessarily 

 been wild, yet under the peculiarly unfavor- 

 able circumstances, I could not but feel that 

 my success was an omen of good luck for the 

 future. The Chief was profuse in his praise 

 of my coolness in the shooting, and said that 

 either of the first two hits would have proved 

 fatal in a few minutes, even if the last one 

 had not bowled him over. We reached camp 

 that night long after the others had gone to 

 rest, yet there was but little sleep for me be- 

 cause the remarkable incidents of the hunt and 

 the attendant excitements had to be gone over 

 again and again in my mind's eyes. 



