74 
WILD AMERICANS 
something to remember. A wild sheep is the only 
wild animal that does have circling horns.” 
The three travelers slept so soundly that night, in 
the high mountain air, that they dreamed of nothing 
and heard nothing until well after dawn. Breakfast 
was waiting, and their horses already saddled for 
them, when they did crawl out of bed. Uncle Ely 
agreed to do as both children requested—ride over 
to the next mountain peak, and see if the trail of the 
bighorn could be found. 
“With luck we might—just might—be able to see 
one of them again,” he agreed. 
The riding was slow, for the trails soon disappeared 
among rocks and scrubby growth. Not many trees 
were up this high, although quantities of them could 
be seen on the sweep of the mountains below. Tired 
of riding, the three Blairs tethered their horses and 
walked on for a half hour. 
They were moving, single file, along a narrow 
mountain ledge. One misstep would have sent them 
tumbling hundreds of feet down a steep rocky slope, 
but it was safe enough if one were careful. The chib 
dren agreed that it was a thrilling place to hike. Buck 
was in the lead. Suddenly he halted, too startled to 
speak; while Ginger gasped. 
