THE ROCKY MOUNTAIN BIGHORN 
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Ely told them. “Even before most of the bighorns 
were killed, they were rather hard to see, because 
they lived mainly in the high mountain country. Not 
many of them are left now.” 
“Could we look for one tomorrow anyway, Uncle 
Ely?” 
“Surely! But come in the cabin now; I want to 
show you something.” 
While they waited—not too patiently—for the 
meal to cook, the three studied a hunter’s trophy that 
hung over the cabin fireplace. 
It was an amazing thing, really, a huge animal’s 
head which closely resembled the somewhat ugly face 
of an ordinary sheep. But—the horns of the animal 
certainly were not ordinary! 
“Goodness! He’s all horns!” said Ginger. 
They did not stick up like a cow’s horns, or branch 
into several points like those of a deer. Starting as 
great thick growths from the beast’s forehead, they 
at once curved up, back, sideways, down, then up 
again—one horn on each side of the head, massive 
and strong. 
“They almost make a complete circle, don’t they?” 
said Billy Buck, awed by their size and shape. 
“That’s right,” Uncle Ely agreed. “And here’s 
