A Hunting Trip in India 



and glad I didn't have to march. At first, all 

 I did in shooting was to have my coolies beat 

 some brush patches near camp. Out of one 

 of them they started a little musk-deer, which 

 I shot. Soon I began to get very much better 

 and we took up our march. I was going to- 

 ward Astor, but encountered much snow, as it 

 was still early in the season for these high 

 mountains. I saw some grand barramigh, but 

 their horns were, of course, only just growing, 

 and I didn't molest them. 



Very soon I got into a country where the 

 red bears literally swarmed. From May 26th 

 to June 5th, during which time I was traveling 

 and hunting all the time, I shot no less than 

 sixteen, together with two musk-deer, but saw 

 nothing else. The marching was very hard, 

 and some of the passes dangerous. I met a 

 British officer, Lieutenant Carey, on the 30th, 

 who treated me very well indeed. The scenery 

 was very beautiful, although rather bleak. I 

 did not pick up strength as much as I had 

 hoped. On June 3d I christened my camp 

 Camp Good Luck, because of the phenomenal 

 success I had with the bears. That morning 

 we left by 4 to cross the river before the snow 

 had melted. The thermometer would go down 



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