BULLET AND SHOT 



Little did we anticipate the indescribably un- 

 pleasant, and to us quite unique, experience of 

 the next few hours. 



On arrival at the bungalow, while R. went off 

 to the stable to look after the accommodation of 

 our steeds, my wife and I found that all the 

 habitable portion thereof was occupied by a general 

 officer and his wife and by a sporting parson. 



To our utter disgust and horror, we found our 

 baggage all lying strewn upon the gravel in front 

 of the door, while we were met by a servant in 

 the front verandah, who, putting his back against 

 the door of the dining-room in which the trio were 

 then seated at dinner, informed us that we could 

 not go in there, but that one of the small pantry- 

 rooms off the front verandah was available for 

 us. (The other was being used as a pantry by 

 the other travellers' servants, but we soon made 

 them vacate it, on finding that no other second 

 room was available.) The situation was certainly 

 a difficult one. 



To make a long story short, however, we had 

 to put up with great inconveniences that night, 

 and at earliest dawn repacked our kit, and pro- 

 ceeded on our way to the shooting grounds. 



That day we pitched our camp at Banghy 

 Tappal, and thence, three days later, when out 

 upon a high hill at some distance from camp, we 

 viewed a large number of ibex upon an opposite 

 precipitous bluff, a wide, deep valley, quite in- 

 accessible in view of the necessity for reaching 

 camp before nightfall, dividing us from them. 



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