Hunting in Many Lands 



coolies, and though I hunted hard I got little 

 game until July 8th. I had been shifting, try- 

 ing to get on markhoor ground, and on this 

 day I killed my first markhoor. The shikaris 

 and I left the coolies to go around the path 

 while we went over the mountain, a five hours' 

 climb, keeping a sharp lookout for game. Just 

 at the beginning of the ascent we saw three 

 fine-looking markhoor grazing in a nullah, and 

 after a stalk of about a mile, during which 

 time it began to rain, the beasts went into a 

 jungle on the steep side of the mountain. 

 Through this we still-hunted and I got a shot 

 through the bushes at lOO yards. By good 

 luck I hit and great was the rejoicing. Five 

 days later I got two ibex, which at a distance 

 we had mistaken for markhoor. Then I was 

 attacked by a terrible dysentery and was with- 

 in an ace of dying. For a fortnight I was un- 

 able to leave camp, excepting when I was car- 

 ried slowly along by the coolies in the effort 

 to get me out of the mountains. On August 

 I St I shot a second markhoor. We were jour- 

 neying at the time. In the very rough places 

 I had to walk, though awfully weak ; elsewhere 

 the coolies carried me. The markhoor was 

 just below us, round a turn in the Indus Val- 



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