A SUMMER IN HIGH ASIA. 



you not here about half-an-hour ago, you would 

 have had a splendid shot," &c. Such a thought 

 did not exactly lend me wings, but induced me to 

 kick my steed along harder than ever. At last we 

 saw Saibra, running along the hillside, and, thank 

 goodness, looking intently below him, so that the 

 quarry were evidently still in sight. We sprang off 

 our ponies, and, starting them quickly in the opposite 

 direction, sent them off loose, but out of sight. 

 When we had crept up to Saibra, he told us that 

 the rams had been resting close to him, but had 

 just moved away. Of course! However, a few 

 minutes later four red specks appeared, far below 

 us. To change the shooting-boots that I was 

 wearing for felt-soled " Chaplis," was the work of a 

 minute, and then Salia, Saibra, and self started off 

 in pursuit, telling the Ladakhis, who had by this 

 time come up, and who naturally wanted to come 

 with us and see the fun, to stop where they were, 

 catch the ponies, and keep out of sight. Wriggling 

 down the slope on our faces, we reached a friendly 

 ravine which ran straight down hill. 



There was no time to be lost, as the rams were 

 feeding quickly onwards. Down this nalah, which* 

 was some ten feet in depth, we ran as fast as we 

 could without making a noise, and at last cautiously 

 peered over the edge. There were the rams, still 

 below us and about half a mile away. Salia now 

 performed the finest bit of stalking that I have ever 

 seen (I must give him all the credit for it, as I 



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