The Journal of a Sporting Nomad 



shale that separated me from the sheep, on 

 the one hand, and some rocks about fifty 

 yards away, downhill of my position. I therefore 

 left Shanghai behind and cautioned him not to 

 move his head a fraction if he must look on at 

 the stalk, which I felt he would be compelled to 

 do. I then lost no time in sliding down over the 

 ridge whilst the sheep were headed away from 

 me. It was anxious work, for I was in plain 

 view of them all the time. After ten minutes I 

 was nearly safe, when one sheep looked up, 

 searching the valley below him with those quick 

 eyes of his, whilst I hardly dare breathe lest he 

 should see the strange object above him ; but 

 he went on feeding again, with his head now 

 turned three parts towards me. The few yards 

 I had to go seemed to take ages, for I went but 

 an inch or so at a time until I was out of sight. 

 I rested now for a few minutes before resuming 

 the stalk, and turned round to look at the ridge, 

 to see if Shanghai had put his head in evidence, 

 and was relieved to find that I could see nothing 

 of him, but was well aware that a pair of very 

 sharp and interested eyes were watching my every 

 movement. The going was now good, plenty 

 of big rocks were scattered around, so I started 

 downhill directly towards the sheep, moving up 

 the opposite slope to that I had come down so 

 precariously. After a short time I began to 

 crawl on my hands and knees, and at last was on 



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