tain flock was by itself and the other flocks 

 nowhere in sight. During the day my flock 

 traveled four or five miles to the north, then, 

 doubling back, descended Flat-Top Mountain, 

 and at sundown, after a day's trip of about 

 twenty miles and a descent from twelve thou- 

 sand feet to eight thousand, arrived at the Mary 

 Lake salt lick in Estes Park. Before noon the 

 following day this flock was on the Crags, about 

 three miles south of the lake and at an altitude 

 of eleven thousand feet. 



Near the Crags I saw a fight between one of 

 the rams of this flock and one that ranged about 

 the Crags. The start of this was a lively push- 

 ing contest, head to head. At each break there 

 was a quick attempt to strike each other with 

 their horns, which was followed by goat-like 

 rearing and sparring. As they reared and struck, 

 or struck while on their hind legs, the aim was 

 to hit the other's nose with head or horn. Both 

 flocks paused, and most of the sheep intently 

 watched the contest. 



Suddenly the contestants broke away, and 

 each rushed back a few yards, then wheeled 



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