White Sheep 



the top of a second ridge. Before looking over 



I again tried the wind, and was pleased to find 



that it blew straight in my face. I ventured 



to look into the hollow below, but took the 



precaution of doing so from behind a piece of 



shale. There were the sheep, a little lower in 



the hollow, but in practically the same position 



as when I last saw them, now within sixty 



yards of me. I decided to take the one facing 



the valley, hoping that the other, on hearing the 



shot, would not move far, or until I had managed 



to get in a shot at him too. Pushing my double 



303 over the ledge, I took a fine sight behind 



the shoulder of the beast I had decided on, and 



pressed the trigger. The bullet went true, and 



the ram fell dead to the shot, the other jumping 



several feet, but stopping broadside on to me 



to see what was up. This was fatal for him ; for 



I put the bullet from the second barrel into the 



centre of his shoulder-blade, which effectually 



settled him also. It was not many minutes before 



I was rejoined by Shanghai, who was delighted. 



These grand sheep were indeed prizes to be 



proud of, for their heads were perfect specimens, 



being quite up to, if not above, the average for 



the species, whilst their coats were as white as 



the snow, with no suggestion of yellow hair in 



them. I wanted to get those two skins off whole, 



so I started on one myself, intending to let 



Shanghai finish it. This I proceeded to do, and 



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