CHAMOIS HUNT. 



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Westley Eichards' breechloader. Having noted 

 well where both chamois fell, I reloaded, and 

 found the buck lying dead, but the doe had moved 

 away, although I knew that she was hard hit, 

 from the numerous patches of blood, and the 

 slots showing that the toes of the fore-feet were 

 very widely spread, as if she was weak and giddy, 

 and had difficulty to keep on her feet. Following 

 up these signs, I soon saw her staggering slowly 

 along, very sick indeed, and a second bullet enter- 

 ing just behind the shoulder put her out of her 

 misery. 



Having gralloched and cleaned the chamois, 

 the buck of which weighed about fifty pounds, 

 we put them in our riick-sacks and clambered 

 along the crest of the hill, where we expected to 

 meet Herbert and the rest of our people; but 

 although we waited for some time, and swept the 

 country round with our glasses, we could not get 

 sight of any of them, so we began to descend the 

 mountain, skirting the crest of the ravine, and 

 expecting every moment to meet them. Whilst 



