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The next two days we got nothing, but on our last 

 morning here Alan saw a young ram and two does trotting 

 over the top of a ridge just as he reached its foot. 

 Climbing the hill as quickly as possible, he got to the top 

 just in time to see the oorial passing slowly over the next 

 ridge, and fully two hundred and fifty yards away. They 

 evidently meant to be off, so Alan took a long shot at the 

 ram, and by good luck hit it high up on the hind leg. The 

 does fled over the hill, but the wounded ram turned 

 and went straight towards the valley. Mahomet rushed 

 down the hill after him, and Alan ran across to try and 

 cut him off. The ram gained the valley, and then, unable 

 to descend further, followed the road which connects the 

 Guard-houses of the Salt Police. Just in front was one of 

 their posts, and the policemen, hearing the shot, turned out. 

 Seeing the wounded ram running towards them, they 

 formed a line, and caught and halalled him before Alan 

 and Mahomet could come up. These Salt Police are a 

 sporting lot of men, and were quite delighted when Alan 

 gave them a small bucksheesh and told them to keep half 

 of the ram. 



Nurpoor. — Our camels went off to the railway station 

 early this morning, and for the last time I watched them 

 being loaded. No one who has not witnessed this process 

 can conceive what a business it is. First, the beast is made 

 to sit down, which it does only after much insistence, 



