At St. Mary's 



the camp on the lake to a near mountain, 

 " Kootenai," where, according to our 

 guide, we were " sure, dead sure," to get 

 a shot at some sheep. 



The next morning found us up with the 

 dawn, and busy making preparations for the 

 journey. Two docile mules were picked 

 out from the herd, aparejos were adjusted, 

 camping outfit packed, and at an early hour 

 we started. 



Three hours of tedious travelling, 

 through timber very similar to that on 

 Flat Top, brought us to a beautiful park 

 near the lake. Camp was quickly pitched 

 and quickly deserted ; the anglers heading 

 for the lake, my friend and I toddling 

 along in the footsteps of the guide, bound 

 for a " sheep-lick " some two miles distant, 

 where, we were repeatedly assured, we 

 would get "plenty of mutton, all right." 



We had appropriated the guide to our- 

 selves this day. He had told us so much 

 about the abundance of sheep on this Koo- 

 tenai Mountain, that we forgave him for 

 his " plain, blazed trail " story of two days 

 before, and consented to let him show us 

 the place. 



He led us a hard march for an hour and 

 a half; but our last two days of climbing 

 had accustomed our muscles to the un- 



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