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The Avenging Angels.

           Hewalkedforacoupleofmilesthroughoneravineafteranotherwithoutsuccess,thoughfromthemarksuponthebarkofthetrees,andotherindications,hejudgedthattherewerenumerousbearsinthevicinity. Atlast,aftertwoorthreehours’fruitlesssearch,hewasthinkingofturningbackindespair,whencastinghiseyesupwardshesawasightwhichsentathrillofpleasurethroughhisheart. Ontheedgeofajuttingpinnacle,threeorfourhundredfeetabovehim,therestoodacreaturesomewhatresemblingasheepinappearance,butarmedwithapairofgigantichorns. Thebig-hornforsoitiscalledwasacting,probably,asaguardianoveraflockwhichwereinvisibletothehunter; butfortunatelyitwasheadingintheoppositedirection,andhadnotperceivedhim. Lyingonhisface,herestedhisrifleuponarock,andtookalongandsteadyaimbeforedrawingthetrigger. Theanimalsprangintotheair,totteredforamomentupontheedgeoftheprecipice,andthencamecrashingdownintothevalleybeneath. 

           Thecreaturewastoounwieldytolift,sothehuntercontentedhimselfwithcuttingawayonehaunchandpartoftheflank. Withthistrophyoverhisshoulder,hehastenedtoretracehissteps,fortheeveningwasalreadydrawingin. Hehadhardlystarted,however,beforeherealizedthedifficultywhichfacedhim. Inhiseagernesshehadwanderedfarpasttheravineswhichwereknowntohim,anditwasnoeasymattertopickoutthepathwhichhehadtaken. 

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