Hunting in Many Lands 



at last the whole herd came dashing up in my 

 direction ; but "I lay very low," especially as at 

 this seemingly critical moment I found that I 

 had no more cartridges in my gun. After 

 awhile they turned and trotted back to the 

 river, and I made for my horse, much disap- 

 pointed at my apparent failure to do any of 

 them any injury. 



In the meantime my men had pushed on 

 about half a mile, and we stopped in a little 

 nook to take a cup of tea. Having here sup- 

 plied myself with cartridges, I thought I would 

 try to get another shot at the yaks, some of 

 which I could still see on the mountain side 

 beyond the stream. My delight was great 

 when, coming up to the place where I had last 

 seen them, a big bull was lying dead, shot 

 through the heart. 



The only time I ever encountered a solitary 

 bull he bluffed us so completely that I do not 

 know but my reputation as a sportsman will 

 suffer materially by mentioning the incident. 

 One day, as we were rounding the corner of a 

 hill, we saw an immense fellow, not 200 yards 

 off; and my two big mastiffs, which by this 

 time were getting hardly any food — as our 

 stock of provisions was running very short, and 



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