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his 30-40 cartridges until his magazine was empty, but 

 he did not hit one. When his last shot was fired an old 

 ewe stopped on the edge of the cliff. I told him to stoop 

 low, and, aiming a little above her, I fired and she fell. 

 Immediately recovering and gaining her feet, she slowly 

 walked downward and disappeared along the slope. 

 Schnabel then went diagonally below while I climbed 

 above, in order that one of us might get near enough to 

 shoot her. After going some distance among canons and 

 boulders, I heard three shots, and looking below, saw the 

 ewe running, but she passed out of sight before I could 

 shoot. Hastening toward her, I soon saw her standing 

 two hundred yards below, and, as I fired, she fell. Schna- 

 bel then came around the slope seventy-five yards from 

 her and she rose. He fired three times, missing. We 

 both followed her as she walked down the slope and each 

 fired again, both bullets striking her in the middle of 

 the body. She continued to walk around the slope and 

 passed through some very rough places for two hundred 

 yards before she lay down. As we came up she was in 

 dying convulsions. My first two bullets had passed 

 through her stomach. One of Schnabel's, hitting her in 

 the hind quarters without breaking a leg, had passed 

 through the stomach and emerged, tearing a large hole 

 well forward just behind the lungs. Our last two bul- 

 lets had torn large holes in the centre of her body and all 

 the entrails that had not already fallen out, were protrud- 

 ing. Yet this animal had kept on walking over a rough 

 surface, crossing canons, descending and climbing for 

 half an hour, and did not even fall at the last two shots. 



