We knew he had a flock of Persian sheep on the south slope of Buckskin, but had no idea it was within striking distance of Oak.

Lawson had that day hunted up the shepherd and his sheep, to return to us with two sixty-pound Persian lambs.

We feasted at suppertime on meat which was sweet, juicy, very tender and of as rare a flavor as that of the Rocky Mountain sheep.
My state after supper was one of huge enjoyment and with intense interest I awaited Frank's first spar for an opening.

It came presently, in a lull of the conversation.
"Saw a big rattler run under the cabin to-day," he said, as if he were speaking of one of Old Baldy's shoes.

"I tried to get a whack at him, but he oozed away too quick." "Shore I seen him often," put in Jim.