A Hunting Trip in India 



did this for two and one-half hours, and then 

 got a close shot and killed the little beast. 

 This was my first trial of grass-shoes, and my 

 first experience in climbing over the stupen- 

 dous mountain masses; for stupendous they 

 were, though they were only the foothills of 

 the Himalayas proper. Without grass-shoes 

 it is impossible to climb on these smooth, 

 grassy slopes; but I found that they hurt my 

 feet a great deal. The next day I again went 

 off with my two shikaris over the mountains. 

 Each of them carried a gun. I had all I could 

 do to take care of myself without one, for a 

 mis-step would have meant a fall of a thousand 

 or two feet. In the morning we saw five 

 gorals and I got one. At lo I stopped and a 

 coolie came up with a lunch, and I lay reading, 

 sleeping and idly watching the grand moun- 

 tains until the afternoon, when we began again 

 to examine the nullahs for game, being all the 

 time much amused by the monkeys. At 4 we 

 started again, and in a jagged mass of preci- 

 pices I got another goral. The next day I 

 repeated my experience, and had one of the 

 characteristic bits of bad luck, offset by good 

 luck, that come to every hunter — missing a 

 beautiful shot at fifty yards, and then, by a 



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