Hunting in Many Lands 



fluke, killing a goral at 300 yards. The ani- 

 mal, however, fell over 1,000 feet and was 

 ruined. I myself had a slip this day and went 

 down about fifty feet. The following day I 

 again went off to climb, and the first ascent 

 was so steep that at the top I was completely 

 blown, and missed a beautiful shot at a goral 

 at fifty yards. I then arranged a beat, but 

 nothing came from it, and the morning was a 

 blank. In the afternoon I gave up beating 

 and tried still-hunting again. It was hard 

 work, but I was very successful, and killed 

 two gorals and a bear. 



At this time I was passed by two English 

 officers, also going in to shoot — one of them. 

 Captain S. D. Turnbull, a very jolly fellow and 

 a good sportsman, with whom I got on excel- 

 lent terms; the other, a Captain C, was a very 

 bad walker and a poor shot, and was also a 

 disagreeable companion, as he would persist 

 in trying to hang around my hunting grounds, 

 thus forcing me continually to shift. 



On April 21st I tried driving for gorals, 

 and got four, and on the next two days I got 

 three gorals and two bears. So far I had had 

 great luck and great sport. The work was 

 putting me in fine trim, except my feet, which 



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