A SUMMER IN HIGH ASIA. 



watching the rams and waiting for them to get up. 

 I had plenty of time to observe them through my 

 glasses, but could not form the vaguest idea as to 

 the length of their horns ; however, I could make 

 out that only one of them had a decided white ruff 

 on his neck. After lying here for what seemed to 

 me an age, but which must have been in reality 

 about half an hour, a ram at last rose to his feet ; 

 he was not the one with the ruff, but Salia whispered, 

 " Fire ! he is a good one." Mindful of my last 

 adventure, and thinking that if I did fire the big 

 one would jump up and give me a shot, I took 

 steady aim and pulled the trigger. Down fell the 

 nyan, dead as a door-nail ; but the others, with what 

 seemed one bound, sprang up and topped a ridge. 

 I fired my other barrel at a big one and saw him 

 falter, but he went on. Rushing down, full of joy 

 at having shot my first nyan, I found that he had a 

 head well, too small to mention. I nearly wept. 



Some hours afterwards we recovered the big one, 

 but even his head was under thirty inches, and I 

 vowed, that having shot one nyan, I would here- 

 after fire at nothing but a really big head. The 

 meat was excellent to eat, and the camp rejoiced, 

 and we all returned with severe neuralgic headaches, 

 the result of the unaccustomed exertion at these 

 heights. Now as to my hunting of the napoo, or 

 burhel, in Gya. 



The first day that I went out we had seen many 



tracks in Tubbuh, and, on a rock some thousands of 



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