56 SPORT IN BRITISH COLUMBIA

near enough to make an end of it with two shots from
the twenty-eight bore. Pretty tough animals the
mountain goats !

We now had a rather difficult job on our hands.
To skin the goats on that steep slope proved impossible,
so we had to be content with taking the heads with
the masks and some of the neck skin. While working
on the goat furthest down, my grip slipped and the
heavy brute began sliding and rolling faster and faster
till finally it only hit the high spots and landed far
down among the trees, mangled and cut to pieces and,
I am sorry to relate, with the tips of both horns broken
off.

After some very hard work we at last got the three
heads up on to the rim, and here we took a well-earned
rest before setting out for camp. I did not like the
idea of leaving all the meat, but Dennis reassured me,
saying that the meat of those old Billy goats was so
rank smelling and tough that we had better leave it
alone.

Our adventures were not yet over for that day,
however, as when we had been walking for some time
in the direction of camp, we discovered on a steep
hillside four small sheep, one of them a ram, and while
we were approaching the camp three big rams came
running across the valley about four hundred yards in
front of us.

Curiously enough all three of them were of a different
colouring. One was very dark, a typical Stonei, while
the second was slightly greyish, and the third seemed
perfectly white.

This latter animal was probably a very light-coloured
Fannini sheep, and taking the first two sheep I had