Hunting in Many Lands 



bled back to camp. Next day I stayed quietly 

 in camp, and then started back to the camp 

 where I had left my heavy baggage. On the 

 way I picked up another black bear. My feet 

 were in a frightful condition, but I had had a 

 fortnight's excellent sport. 



I then went on to Cashmere, and on May 6th 

 reached Siringur. The scenery was beautiful 

 beyond description, and the whole life of the 

 natives very attractive to look at. However, 

 something did not agree with me, for I was 

 very sick and had to go to bed for several 

 days. There were one or two American 

 friends there, and these and the Englishmen, 

 to whom I had letters of introduction, treated 

 me with extreme courtesy. As soon as I got 

 well, I started off for the real mountains, hop- 

 ing especially to get ibex and markhoor. The 

 ibex is almost exactly the same as the Euro- 

 pean animal of that name. The markhoor is 

 a magnificent goat, with long whitish hair and 

 great spiral horns. They also have in these 

 Cashmere valleys a big stag called the barra- 

 migh, which is a good deal like our wapiti, 

 only not half so large. On May 21st I started 

 off, first by boat, but I was bothered from the 

 beginning by chills and fever. I was weak, 



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