THE ROCKY MOUNTAIN BIGHORN 
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“Which won?” asked Buck quickly. 
“Neither. The bighorn butted hard, and so fast 
that the bear was taken by surprise at first. But then 
the grizzly got mad and knocked the ram down with 
one terrific blow. After that they called a truce, each 
respectful of the other. Probably the grizzly would 
have won, if they had kept on fighting.” 
“I bet it was fun to watch,” said Buck. 
Ginger shuddered a little at the thought. She still 
remembered how frightening the big ram had been 
when they met him unexpectedly. 
“These sheep grow to weigh three hundred pounds 
or more,” Uncle Ely continued, “but that’s not near' 
ly as much as a grizzly bear might weigh. On the 
other hand, it is about as much as a big mountain lion 
weighs. I am told that the mountain lion respects 
the wild sheep’s horns.” 
“Then what is the bighorn’s chief enemy, Uncle 
Ely?” asked Ginger. “You said that almost every anb 
mal was preyed on by some other. 
“The wild sheep’s chief enemy is the eagle.” 
“The eagle?” Both children were indeed surprised. 
How could a mere bird, even though a large one, 
hurt so large and ferocious a thing as a Rocky Mourn 
tain bighorn? 
