CHAPTER VI 
THE BIGHORN IN THE SNOW 
NE winter morning an old mountain 
() sheep came down from the heights, 
through the deep snow, and called at 
my cabin. We had already spent a few years 
trying to get acquainted. Most of these slow 
advances had been made by myself, but this 
morning he became a real neighbour, and when 
I opened the door the Master of the Crags ap- 
peared pleased to see me. Although many a 
shy, big fellow among the wild folks had ac- 
cepted me as a friend, I had not even hoped to 
have a close enough meeting with a wild big- 
horn ram to make an introduction necessary 
for good form. 
I stood for a moment just outside the cabin 
door. The situation was embarrassing for us 
both; our advances were confusing, but I finally 
brought about a meeting of actual contact with 
bighorn. With slowness of movement I ad- 
vanced to greet him, talking to him all the while 
in low tones. Plainly his experiences assured 
him that I was not dangerous, yet at the same 
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