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motionless as if dazed. The guide shouted, "He goes! he goes!" 

 And I, knowing well that my bullet had gone home, felt rather 

 vexed that he seemed to think that I had missed him. I let him 

 have another bullet behind the shoulder, and on receiving it, he rolled 



A SHOOTING-HUT IN THE VALLEY 



over and over down a moraine and came to a standstill about 1,000 

 feet below us. The guide said it was a splendid specimen, but I 

 feared the horns might be broken in the fall ; and he then explained 

 that by saying "He goes!" he had meant that he expected at any 

 moment to see the animal roll over the precipice. It took us 

 three-quarters of an hour to reach the body, and we then made sure, 



