82 After the sheep were wandering about nibbling at the grass, but did not move far out on to the valley bottom, the hunter remarked "Soon they will go to sleep. We'll wait till then. They would hear or smell us if we went over now." One of the three bears I ate had had a for tipping and pulled a cigarette. The hunter pulled away at his pipe and stretched himself out comfortably upon the grass. It was very pleasant there as the sun warmed me, protected from the wind. The sun was delightful fully warm. I could not take my sheep down! They grazed and watched if that afternoons' rain would be splendid rain to carry home that night. Finally she lay down and the others followed her example. We were just preparing to go when the hunter touched my arm, "Can you" he whispered "then coming over this hill." And more. Just enough a sheep was trotting slowly down the hillside in our direction. Why did not see or smell us? I cannot imagine for the wind.