72 
WILD AMERICANS 
“No, sir. It doesn't look much like a bear. But it's 
a big thing, walking up the mountain over yonder. 
You look—up among those high red rocks." 
The three travelers had ridden high up a western 
mountainside that day, to a cabin where they were 
to spend the night. Their horses were already safe 
in a corral, and the elderly man and woman who lived 
in the cabin had promised that supper would be ready 
in an hour. 
The visitors were delighted to find that the place 
was actually above the clouds! Cloud ships floated 
over the lower mountain tops below them to the 
south. But one or two peaks and a ridge to the north 
were even higher than the cabin. 
Uncle Ely whistled in surprise after he took the 
field glasses. 
“Sa^a^ay, this is something, Buck!" he exclaimed. 
“Why, that's a bighorn! A real wild Rocky Mourn 
tain sheep. They are hard to find now." 
The two children each had a long look at the dis- 
tant animal, brought very close by the powerful field 
glasses. But presently it passed out of view behind 
shrubbery and rocks. Try as they would, they could 
see it no more. 
“You may never see another one, children," Uncle 
