302 SPORT IN THE HIGHLANDS OF KASHMIR chap. 



Lying flat down and pushing the Lee-Metford in 

 front of me, I got behind a stone on the summit, and saw 

 a large number of yaks in front of me, most of them some 

 250 to 350 yards off. It was easy enough to make 

 out the principal bull of the herd, he was so much larger 

 than the rest, but I could not distinguish any others of a 

 decent size, though I saw two or three small ones. I lay 

 where I was for some ten minutes, trying to make out 

 which to fire at after the first shot at the big bull, but 

 could not come to any satisfactory conclusion. The 

 animals were entirely unconscious of danger, some were 

 lying down chewing the cud, and some feeding quietly 

 about. The big bull was sometimes grazing, sometimes 

 looking about him, but all the time moving more or less 

 to the west, that is, to my right and up the nala. I did 

 not like risking a shot at the distance he was at, and 

 examined the ground to my right to see if there was any 

 chance of getting nearer. I noticed a small crest some- 

 what lower than where I was and nearer to the herd, and 

 resolved to try and get there. So I slid backwards and 

 motioned to the shikaris to do the same. 



Making a short detour, we went towards the crest I 

 had noted, when I saw that we should have to cross a bit 

 of low-lying ground in view of two of the herd, who were 

 lying down with their heads turned towards us. So, telling 

 the shikaris to remain in shelter, I lay down flat and began 

 worming myself along the dangerous bit. When about 

 half-way across one of the two yaks got up, and I made 

 sure, as I stopped and laid my head on the ground, that I 

 had been seen. But the yak merely stretched itself, and, 

 to my great relief, began grazing. So I crawled on, and 



