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Title: Musk-ox, bison, sheep and goat
Year: 1904 (1900s)
Authors: Whitney, Caspar, 1862-1929 Grinnell, George Bird, 1849-1938 Wister, Owen, 1860-1938
Subjects: Hunting Muskox American bison Mountain sheep Mountain goat
Publisher: New York, London, Macmillan
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n it rise Owl Creek, Grey Bull, andcertain other waters tributary to the Bighorn;and I have never gone with pack-horses in aworse place. A worse place, in fact, I have neverseen; though they tell me that where GreenRiver heads on the Continental Divide (in plainsight from the Washakie Needle across the inter-vening Wind River country) you can, if you sodesire, enmesh yourself, lose yourself amongcleavages and canons that slice and slit themountains to a shredded labyrinth. From theedge of that rocky web I stepped back, discour-aged, a year later; and for vertical effects theWashakie Needle remains, as they say, goodenough for me. We struggled to it througha land of jumping-off places, a high, bald, bris-tling clot of mountains that, just beyond thesoutheast corner of the Yellowstone Park, comefrom several directions to meet and tie themselvesinto this rich tangle of peaks, ledges, and descents.You really never did see such a place! and mymemory of it is made lurid by an adventure with
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UNDER A HOT SKY — (Ouis nelsoni) The Mountain Sheep 189 a thunder-storm which cannot be chronicled herebecause it happened on one of the days when wefound elk, but most lamentably missed our sheep.Missing a sheep, let me say, is of all missing themost thorough that I know. Encouragement, false encouragement, had cometo us after our very first night in camp by theWashakie Needle. The next night we had wildmutton for supper. That initial day, Wednesday,August twenty-ninth, brought us this sweet luck,sweet not alone in its promise of more (for thecountry was evidently full of sheep), but almostequally because of late, during our perilous jour-ney, we had come down to bacon. Now, to be ahunting party, to be in the Shoshone Mountainsin August, 1888, and to be eating bacon, was to behumiliated ; only our hard travelling that allowedno attending to other business could excuse sucha bill of fare; hence did our pride and our stom-achs hail this wild mutton. There was not muchof him to hail:

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