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our march we determined to bivouac under the 

 cover of a patch of pine forest which offered some 

 shelter. Our scouting tents were soon pitched, a 

 shanty constructed, and a huge fire lighted, round 

 which we assembled, for as the sun declined the 

 evening became chilly. We were very well con- 

 tented with our day's sport, having killed a musk- 

 deer, a snow-leopard, three male burrul and four 

 females — a bag wliich has rarely been equalled in 

 one day by any three guns. The next morning, as 

 some of us felt rather stiff — the effects of the severe 

 fag the day previous — we turned out later than 

 usual, and striking camp at noon, continued our 

 journey up stream. The walking became very 

 toilsome, for we had to pass over several ravines 

 and water-courses half-hidden with snow, which 

 often gave way under our weight, and occasioned 

 awkward falls. Crossing over to the right bank, 

 we kept along a grass-covered flat well known as a 

 famous feeding ground for burrul, and 'here we 

 saw two flocks, out of which Fred and I, by judi- 

 cious stalking, each managed to kill a couple ; 

 whilst the Doctor gave chase to a huge snow-bear 



