Now they backed from each other--as rams usually do--and anon they would dash forward until their heads met with a crash, as though the skulls of both had been splintered by the concussion.

Sometimes two fought by themselves, and at other times three or four of them would come together, as if it mattered little which was the antagonist.

They all appeared to be equally the enemies of one another.

Strange to say, the ewes did not seem to trouble themselves about the matter.

Most of these were feeding quietly, or if at times they looked up towards their belligerent lords, it was with an air of nonchalance and indifference, as if they cared nothing at all about the result.
Our hunters felt confident that they had the whole flock in a trap.
They had only to guard the pass by which they themselves had come up, and then hunt the big-horns over the table at their leisure.