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Identifier: muskoxbisonsheep00whit (find matches)
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
Contributing Library: Smithsonian Libraries
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s, I soon unmistakably made out,the mamma who — far more than the averageAmerican mother as American mothers go now— decided what was good and proper for herchild. This lamb was being brought up as strictlyas if it were English. They had just completed asomewhat long and unrelieved ascent, — so I had,at any rate, previously found it. This upperregion of the mountain rose above the tree beltin three well-marked terraces which were rimmedby walls of rock extremely symmetrical. Eachterrace made a platform fairly level and fairlywide, upon which one was glad to linger for awhile before ascending the slant to the nextterrace wall. I was seated at the edge of the topterrace, a floor of stones and grass and very thicklittle spruce and juniper bushes ; the mamma hadjust attained the terrace next below me, and upthe wall after her had climbed and scrambledthe little lamb with (I was diverted to notice)almost as much difficulty as I had found at thatspot myself. The mamma knew a good deal
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THE SADDLEBACK SHEEP — (0^is/anmni) The Mountain Sheep 215 more about climbing than the lamb and Idid. There this couple stood in full view somefew hundred feet — about three hundred, Ishould think — below me; and here sat I at myease, like a person looking over a comfortablebalcony, observing them through my glass.There was a certain mirth in the thought howdifferent would have been the mammas deport-ment had she become aware that herself, herchild, and her privacy were all in the presence ofa party who was taking notes. But she, through-out, never became aware of this, and I sat thewitness of a domestic hour full of discipline,encouragement, and instruction. The glassesbrought them to a nearness not unlike peepingthrough the keyhole; I could see the color oftheir eyes. The ladys expression could easilyhave passed for critical. After throwing a glanceround the terrace, her action to the lamb wasfairly similar to remarking, Yes, there are noimproper persons here; you may play ab

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