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y without effect, as he looked very, very small and 

 kept hopping about so. Next day, however, I had 

 my revenge. After a bitterly cold night and hard 

 frost (August 25th), I set out for the plateau above 

 the camp where we had seen the goa on the 

 previous afternoon. Saibra and Chering Doorji, 

 who had gone on early, reported having seen 

 nothing but does. Not long afterwards, however, 

 as we were peering over the edge of the plateau, 

 Ullia, who was with me, descried five specks some 

 way below us, and on looking through the telescope 

 we found that they were bucks, but the wary little 

 beasts had caught sight of a head peering over the 

 crest and had moved off. They did not go far, 

 however, but began to feed. It was best to give 

 them a little time to recover from their surprise, so 

 I sat down and smoked a pipe for about half-an- 

 hour. I am quite sure that one of the great secrets 

 of this sort of shooting is not to hurry your stalk, 

 but to give the animal lots of time, though one's 

 natural impulse, more especially after one has been 

 marching for, it may be, some weeks, and has at 

 last got the long wished-for game in sight, is to go 

 straight for him and slay him. I suppose that thfe 

 arises from a sort of feeling that, unless it is 

 done at once, he will move off and be no more 

 seen ; but if this feeling can be overcome, I am 

 sure that it pays in the long run, even if one has to 

 wait till the next day, or even longer, before one 



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