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to travel he should not be dissatisfied with 
mine. From that time there was no com¬ 
plaint of my slow walking. 
The absence of sheep trails in the moun¬ 
tains above timber line is noticed by those 
who have observed such trails in the Rock¬ 
ies, but this lack of trails is, I think, due 
to the fact that the formation of the moun¬ 
tains in this region is principally of slide 
rock that is constantly shifting, thus ob¬ 
literating trails. Paths made by the sheep 
in passing from one range to another are 
plainly defined below timber line and where 
gulches or valleys are crossed. We saw 
many tracks in the valleys and along the 
water where the sheep had pastured. 
The next morning was bright and clear, 
and at eight-thirty, with Billy and my 
brother and his guide, I climbed the moun¬ 
tain back of camp. It had been decided 
that I would not go far as my knee was 
swollen and discolored. In a little over an 
hour we saw five Fannin rams lying down 
just above a bank of snow, one being a 
very good one. They were in the form of 
the five-spot of a deck of cards, with the 
big one in the center, and over two hun¬ 
dred yards away. The shot was given to 
me. The first bullet struck him in the 
shoulder too low to break the backbone 
and too high to strike a vital spot. The 
rams seemed puzzled and bewildered, not 
knowing from whence the shot came, and 
moved towards us. I missed four shots 
and then told my brother to finish him, 
which he did in short order. After skin¬ 
ning out the scalp we looked at our watches 
and found it only ten o’clock. Billy Fan 
and I came into camp and sent the cook 
for the meat. He packed in a load that I 
could hardly lift. Billy spent the rest of 
the day fleshing out the scalps and salting 
them away. The others continued hunting. 
The horns of this ram were 3ij/2 inches in 
length, the spread 24 inches and the base 
1354 inches. 
I now had two Fannin rams and was not 
permitted under the license to kill any 
more of that species, but was permitted to 
kill a Stone ram. 
Hunting the Stone Sheep 
T HE next day the cook and wrangler 
moved camp three miles farther up 
the creek, to a site just above timber 
line while Arthur and I with our guides 
went hunting on horseback. We saw a 
coyote and three small rams before lunch 
and after lunch we separated. Billy and 
I rode all over an immense pasture and 
saw many ewes with their lambs, probably 
seventy-five. I remained in charge of the 
horses while Billy scaled an adjoining 
mountain to look for the rams. He did 
not return for about three hours, and by 
that time Arthur and Ned came up. We 
all continued together towards camp and 
on the way the guides located three rams 
on a cliff. A ridge of rock afforded a 
good shield for a stalk so all crept towards 
it, but I stopped when within fifty yards of 
the ridge so as not to interfere with the 
shooting. The shot was given to my 
brother, but, as the rams did not suit him, 
he declined to kill one. 
The fourth day of my sheep hunt was 
the last and the best. The day was not 
favorable as it had turned warm, the mer¬ 
cury standing at 40° in the morning. There 
were early showers and great masses of 
fog were driven over the mountains by 
chilling north winds. The wind finally 
dispelled the clouds and gave us a fair day. 
Billy and I rode to the top of a high moun¬ 
tain and, after looking carefully for some 
time, saw two rams on a gray mountain 
opposite us. They were on a knoll that 
was connected by a saddle to a peak be¬ 
yond. We rode up to timber line on the 
opposite mountain and then circled to ap¬ 
proach toward the wind. We crept up to 
the knoll and found our sheep had left it. 
We saw them beyond the saddle slowly 
making for the peak. As they occasionally 
looked back we knew they had seen us: 
We then got behind a ridge and crept 
up on all fours to a point from which we 
could shoot, but could not locate them. We 
remained flat on the ground for some time 
looking for them. Finally I happened to 
look up to the right and there they stood 
on the face of a cliff about one hundred 
and fifty yards away. But it was useless 
to shoot as the fall would have ruined the 
horns. So we lay there for a long time 
watching them. They moved on slowly 
and finally were out of range. Then one 
of them began feeding and the other 
watched us. Shortly a band of ten, in 
which there were two or three Stone rams, 
came out of a little basin above us at the 
base of an overhanging cliff and looked at 
the rams. They seemed puzzled as to the 
cause for the alarm of the two rams we 
were stalking. All had very large heads. 
They soon went back to their basin, but 
one of the rams we were following lay 
down facing us and with his eyes fixed on 
us. The other continued to feed around 
leisurely, for the sentinel assured his 
safety. We did not know what to do, but 
at last decided to worm our way up the 
cliff and stalk the rams that were in the 
basin. We realized that it was impossible 
to get the ones we had been following. 
After crawling a foot at a time, and let¬ 
ting considerable time elapse between each 
crawl, we got out of view of the sentinel. 
We then moved rapidly towards the basin 
and peeping over we saw the ten standing 
about one hundred yards away and facing 
us. They had left the basin, evidently in 
alarm, and were on the sky line. Their 
majestic heads presented a beautiful pic¬ 
ture. I selected the largest Stone ram and 
killed him. The length of his horns was 
34 t /2 inches, the spread 27% inches and the 
base 14I4 inches. His head proved to be 
the finest of my three. 
It was now almost four o’clock and we 
had followed those rams for more than 
three hours, sometimes wet with perspira¬ 
tion and at other times chilled by the wind 
or the earth. I felt that the trophy had 
been fairly earned. After removing the 
head and the scalp Billy dressed the ram, 
but cut out several ribs for a roast and 
removed the lower part of the hind leg to 
make what he called “pig’s feet.” We got 
back to the horses at half-past five and 
then made tea. Billy roasted the ribs on 
a stick. The leg bone he laid on the fire 
until it was well charred, then scraped it 
and proceeded to eat the cartilage with 
great relish, munching it as a horse does 
corn. I tried it, but could not even bite it. 
We did not get back to camp until nine. 
My mountain sheep hunt in Cassiar was 
over. I had killed three very good rams 
in four days. 
An incident of this sheep hunt illustrat¬ 
ing the ability of a seasoned mountaineer 
