A SUMMER IN HIGH ASIA. 



barren mountains. As we were making our way 

 back towards camp, we observed a herd of doe 

 gazelle on the hill above us, and hoping that there 

 might be some bucks with them, we began the stalk. 

 We had not gone far, and were just topping a 

 ridge, when a nice buck, coming from the opposite 

 direction, met us face to face at about seventy yards. 

 I fired at him point-blank, and to my surprise (as a 

 goa end on is not a large mark for a standing shot) 

 hit him hard. Off he went downhill with the does, 

 but presently separated from them and went and lay 

 down in the middle of the plain at the bottom of the 

 hill. Cautiously descending, we crept towards him, 

 crawling flat on our faces across the sharp stones, 

 and dropping every time that he lifted his head. 

 After about half-a-mile of this pleasant work I got 

 another shot, and as he did not rise, thought that I 

 had finished him ; but just as Ullia was about to 

 seize him by the horns, having run forward to 

 " hallal " him, he got up and went off again; but 

 not far this time, and another bullet gave him his 

 quietus. He carried a nice head with horns of 

 twelve and a half inches, and thicker than those of 

 the one that I had killed in the morning. I reached 

 camp that afternoon in a contented frame of mind, 

 having now obtained good specimen heads of every 

 animal that I might expect to meet in these regions, 

 excepting the shapoo, whose acquaintance I hoped 

 to make during my homeward journey. On reach- 

 ing camp I found a jubilant note from H., who had 



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