8o MARKHOR SHOOTING 



old only, every time we went out, we never saw a single 

 animal. 



After a last and despairing search for the nine large 

 males next day, during which we never saw a horn, I gave 

 up the markhor for good, and tried for ibex higher up the 

 range for the first time. We soon sighted a large flock of 

 females, but no bucks, so crossed down to a pleasant grassy 

 hillside and fixed camp in a green hollow commanding 

 grand snow views on all sides. I was out of sorts, 

 probably from my enforced idleness vmder the rock on the 

 other side. So the little khaki tent was put up, and I 

 occupied it for the first time. It was very snug and 

 comfortable, just the thing for this kind of work. How 

 enjoyable it was to lie level, and be able to stretch out 

 one's legs after so many nights cramped under the rock. 



