As we sat by the camp-fire that evening, four sheep were seen on the hills above us, two of which I recognized as the small rams that had been with the one I had just killed.  We felt quite certain that these were the bunch of five rams which we had seen when we were packing out from our first hill camp.  In fact, this was the only good band of rams which I saw during the entire hunt.  If these were the same sheep, the two newcomers carried good heads, for, as previously stated, I had studied this lot carefully through the glasses.

The next day, the thirteenth and Friday, opened dismally enough, but by the time we had finished breakfast the mountains Were clear of clouds and there was no wind to mar one’s shooting.  Such conditions were to be taken advantage of, and Hunter and I were soon working up the ridge well to leeward of the place where we had seen the sheep the night before.  Reaching the crest we scanned the grounds on all sides, and also the rugged mountain tops about us.

The white coats of these sheep against the dark background of black moss-covered rocks render them easily seen, but we now failed to sight any even on the distant hills.  Therefore we pushed ahead, going stealthily up wind and keeping a careful watch on all sides.  We crossed over the ridge and worked our way just below the sky-line on the other side of the mountain from our camp, never supposing that the sheep would work back, for they had seen our camp-fire on the night before.  We traveled nearly to the end of the ridge, and were just about to cross and work down to a sheltered place where we expected to find our game, when Hunter chanced to look back, and instantly motioned me to drop out of sight.

While we had been working around one side of the summit the sheep had been working back on the other side, and we had passed them with the mountain ridge between.  Fortunately they were all feeding with their heads away or they must have seen us as we came out on the sky-line.  My man had the glasses and assured me that there were two excellent heads.  We now felt quite certain that these were the sheep we knew so well.

We cautiously dropped out of sight and worked back, keeping the mountain ridge between us.  We were well above and had a favorable wind and the entire day before us.  It was the first and only time upon these hills that the conditions had all been favorable for a fair stalk and good shooting.  Hunter did his part well, and brought me up to within one hundred and twenty-five yards of the rams, which were almost directly below us.  They had stopped feeding and were lying down.  Only one of the smaller sheep was visible, and my man advised me to take a shot at him, and then take the two large ones as they showed themselves.  Aiming low, I fired, and then as one of the big rams jumped up I fired again, killing him instantly.  The smaller one that I had first shot at went to the left, while the one remaining large ram and the second smaller one went to the right.  The latter were instantly hidden from view, for the mountain side was very rough and broken and covered with large slide rock.  I raced in the same direction, knowing well that they would work up hill.  But hurrying over such ground is rather dangerous work.