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wapiti about, but I took only a limited interest in 

 them, as roe were what I now wanted. 



The second day we had a very long tramp 

 through the snow, including one hill the mere 

 recollection of which is exhausting ; the horses 

 were not at the appointed place in the evening, 

 and we reached camp long after dark, quite worn 

 out. 



Things now began to look gloomy, and the 

 faithful Durji was in despair, saying that he could 

 not imagine where in the world all the roe had got 

 to. We knew there were plenty somewhere, and it 

 was the more annoying as the bucks began to shed 

 their horns towards the end of November, so there 

 was no time to be lost. 



To push on towards Jilgalong seemed to be the 

 best chance, so next day we did a long march, 

 camping just above West Jilgalong, Jilgalong being 

 really three valleys, known as east, middle, and west. 

 Durji and I went a different way the last part of 

 the day and saw a fair roe buck, but I only got a 

 long shot and missed it. We were not quite sure 

 where camp was, and took a wrong turn in the 

 dark, which wasted some time, besides necessitating 

 the passage of a pine forest, during which my pony 

 in jumping a fallen tree struck my face against a 

 branch with such force as nearly to knock me off 

 over his tail. However, at last we reached the 

 tents and were greeted by the men with the 



