Why the prone bucks were so comparatively shy I do not know, for right on the ground with them we came upon deer, and, in the immediate neighborhood, mountain sheep, which were absurdly tame.  The mountain sheep were nineteen in number, for the most part does and yearlings with a couple of three-year-old rams, but not a single big fellow—­for the big fellows at this season are off by themselves, singly or in little bunches, high up in the mountains.  The band I saw was tame to a degree matched by but few domestic animals.

They were feeding on the brink of a steep washout at the upper edge of one of the benches on the mountain side just below where the abrupt slope began.  They were alongside a little gully with sheer walls.  I rode my horse to within forty yards of them, one of them occasionally looking up and at once continuing to feed.  Then they moved slowly off and leisurely crossed the gully to the other side.  I dismounted, walked around the head of the gully, and moving cautiously, but in plain sight, came closer and closer until I was within twenty yards, where I sat down on a stone and spent certainly twenty minutes looking at them.  They paid hardly any attention whatever to my presence—­certainly no more than well-treated domestic creatures would pay.  One of the rams rose on his hind legs, leaning his fore-hoofs against a little pine tree, and browsed the ends of the budding branches.  The others grazed on the short grass and herbage or lay down and rested—­two of the yearlings several times playfully butting at one another.  Now and then one would glance in my direction without the slightest sign of fear—­barely even of curiosity.  I have no question whatever but that with a little patience this particular band could be made to feed out of a man’s hand.  Major Pitcher intends during the coming winter to feed them alfalfa—­for game animals of several kinds have become so plentiful in the neighborhood of the Hot Springs, and the Major has grown so interested in them, that he wishes to do something toward feeding them during the severe winter.  After I had looked at the sheep to my heart’s content, I walked back to my horse, my departure arousing as little interest as my advent.

[Illustration:  Mountain sheep.]

Soon after leaving them we began to come across black-tail deer, singly, in twos and threes, and in small bunches of a dozen or so.  They were almost as tame as the mountain sheep, but not quite.  That is, they always looked alertly at me, and though if I stayed still they would graze, they kept a watch over my movements and usually moved slowly off when I got within less than forty yards of them.  Up to that distance, whether on foot or on horseback, they paid but little heed to me, and on several occasions they allowed me to come much closer.  Like the bighorn, the black-tails at this time were grazing, not browsing; but I occasionally saw them nibble some willow buds.  During the winter they had been browsing.  As we got close to the Hot Springs we came across several white-tail in an open, marshy meadow.