MAMMOTH SHEEP HORNS. 



I have just picked up a mountain sheep 

 head that may be of interest to you and 

 am sending you 2 photos of the horns and 

 skull. The horns are not only remarkable 

 for their great size but for the manner in 

 which they curve in toward the head. The 

 circumference at base of skull, following 

 line where scalp was removed, is 17^2 

 inches; length of each curve 39^2 inches. 

 The sheep was killed in British Columbia 

 last fall and the head is one of the most 



After seeing these photographs, Mr. 

 W. T. Hornaday writes : 



I have never seen any horns of Ovis 

 montana so thick as these ; and it is sel- 

 dom a complete turn is made. It is inter- 

 esting to know they came from British 



SEEN FROM THE FRONT. 



AMATEUR PHOTOS BY DR O. M. BECK. 

 SIDE VIEW. 



remarkable I have ever seen. The horns 

 grow so close to the head that 2-3 of the 

 vision was obstructed by their position. 

 The head is perfect in every respect. 



H. M. Beck, Wilkes-Barre, Pa. 



Columbia; and, as the great head formerly 

 owned by Sheard, which once figured in 

 Recreation, came from there, it would 

 seem that Ovis montana reaches its finest 

 development in that territory. 



TO MY PIPE. 



ARNOLD TOWNSEND. 



I've stumbled o'er Toil's mountain steep, 



I've thirsted in Vexation's waste ; 

 Now while to earth night's cold shades 

 creep, 



To pitch my warm dream tent I'll haste. 

 I'll take my rest, and light those beams 



Whose fancied glow from rocky heights 

 My longings lured ; and loose those streams 



Of pale, gray clouds, in gentle flights 

 From drowsy fountain springs of ease, 



Whose dim blue mist and dreamy spray 

 Through Care's gloom becked. I'll spill 

 the lees 



Of all discomfort of the day. 

 A Nubian nymph with amber crown, 



By name Sweet Briar — blessed sprite — 

 Those dregs will blithely simmer down, 



And give me moments of delight. 



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Hence, galling Fret and blighting Worry ! 



Your helpless ghosts now bide my rule. 

 In floating rings, I bid them hurry 



Aloft, and laugh as they seek the cool 

 Night air, perchance to gain new life. 



Alas ! that with another morn 

 Such resurrections will be rife, 



And I again shall peer forlorn 

 Toward my dream tent,' and that sweet 

 hour, 



When cowering, fainting, dead, they lie, 

 Those imps of Care, 'neath that great power 



Of subtle breath, Sweet Briars sigh. 

 Ah, rest thee gently, wearied heart ! 



And rest thee softly, tortured breast ! 

 Content that one kind genie's art 



At eve is thine for soothing rest. 



