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pulled off my sandals and crept in my leather socks, 

 worn under the chuplies, through the bushes and 

 rocks which were scattered about. As luck would 

 have it, the sheep always moved away from me. At 

 last, what scared them I cannot say, but all of a 

 sudden up went their heads and they came down on 

 me like a charge of cavalry. This happened so 

 suddenly that I hardly knew which to shoot at. If 

 I had had my double rifle in hand instead of the 

 single I might have shot right and left, as I would 

 at driven partridges. As it was, with my single, 

 which is never good for running shots, all that I can 

 say is that I did knock one over, but he got up 

 again. I got in two more shots as they went off, 

 with no result. The beast I knocked over went on 

 strong with the rest. I must say I felt sick. How- 

 ever, there was nothing for it but to follow on as 

 long as blood gave us the trail. On reaching the 

 edge of the plateau we sat down to spy, as our view 

 was pretty extended ; after a minute or two we fixed 

 them. One, two, three, four ! Where was the 

 fifth ? That was mine. After a careful examina- 

 tion of the ground between the herd and ourselves 

 we could not make him out, so concluded that he 

 was lying down. We got on the trail once more, 

 and had not proceeded more than a few hundred 

 yards down the slope when up he jumped, quite close 

 to me, from behind a rock. This time I got in a 

 good shot, and dropped him in his tracks. 



Ovis vignit is only a variety of the oorial of the 

 Salt Range. The chief difference is in the bend of 



