Splendid scenery 65 the range is even our high-power rifles but through binoculars we could see even the spots of his yellow tawny of gray patches upon his hump and shoulder, which age had flecked when many summers had marked with gray. It was my first sight of an argali and I marveled at its size. The animals body was half again as large as that of a drubby and infinitely more powerful. Placed side by side with any of our Rocky Mt sheep, it would have made them look like half grown babies. At last the splendid rain turned slowly and deliberately tracked along the crest of the range and disappeared. We were mucky but instantly making our way up the steep slope but it was half an hour before we reached its summit. The sheep was nowhere in sight but I found his tracks leading down on a trail which led down a knife like ridge to the bottom of another valley. My hunter said that he presume the rain had crossed to the opposite cuts and so my course then was no recourse except to follow him, altho it meant a stiff climb of at least 100 feet. At the creek we separated, Harry