76 
WILD AMERICANS 
Ginger could only stare at the two others, and at 
the spot where the animals had been. The three sat 
down there on the high, narrow trail, to rest and talk 
about it. 
“We needed a moving'picture camera,” said Uncle 
Ely. “But we would have been too excited to use it, 
I suppose. Wasn’t he a picture? I believe his horns 
were bigger than those down in the cabin.” 
“Yes!” both children agreed. 
“Well, anyhow, children, you have seen something 
not many people ever will see. A family of Rocky 
Mountain bighorns, on their native heath. I’ve heard 
of them all my life, seen pictures of them, talked to 
hunters who killed them years ago. But I never ex' 
pected to meet a pair of horns like that, face to face.” 
“Amamand I d-don’t want to again, either!” de^ 
dared Buck, heartily. 
Ginger and Uncle Ely laughed out loud, and Buck 
joined them. 
I imagine the ram was as frightened as we were,” 
said Uncle Ely, and I never heard of one attacking a 
man. It is a fact, however, that he can show a good 
fight to anything else he is likely to meet. An old 
trapper once told me of seeing a short fight between 
a bighorn and a grizzly bear.” 
