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In one of the side canons on the Colorado in 

 Arizona, I was for a number of days close to a 

 flock of wild sheep which evidently had never 

 before seen man. On their first view of me they 

 showed marked curiosity, which they satisfied 

 by approaching closely, two or three touching 

 me with their noses. Several times I walked 

 among the flock with no excitement on their 

 part. I was without either camera or gun. The . 

 day I broke camp and moved on, one of the 

 ewes followed me for more than an hour. 



They become intensely alert and wild when 

 hunted ; but in localities where they are not shot 

 at they quickly become semi-domestic, often 

 feeding near homes of friendly people. During 

 the winter sheep frequently come from the 

 heights to feed near my cabin. One day, after 

 a number had licked salt with my pony, a ram 

 which appeared as old as the hills walked boldly 

 by my cabin within a few feet of it, head 

 proudly up. After long acquaintance and many 

 attempts I took his photograph at five feet and 

 finally was allowed to feel of his great horns! 



A few years ago near my cabin a ram lost his 

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