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had been obtained, and then, if possible, to go- 

 still further afield. 1 



A friend of mine Major G., R.A. only a few 

 years ago, made a splendid bag of ibex upon the 

 occasion of his very first expedition to the " happy 

 valley." He, however, ran considerable risk in 

 crossing a very high pass before it was safe, and 

 carried his life in his hand during the perilous 

 journey. He brought back eleven heads, of which 

 the largest measured 47, and the smallest 36 inches. 

 This sportsman adopted a plan of which I have 

 never read in any book on Himalayan sport. In 

 place of going out day after day and looking for 

 the ibex himself, he used to send out his Kashmiri 

 shikarrie to inspect the ground, and, when he 

 ascertained from the latter that a herd with one 

 or more good heads in it was frequenting a certain 

 locality, he made his plans for endeavouring to 

 obtain an interview at close quarters with the game. 



Another friend Major D., of the 52nd O.L.I. 

 some years ago, had a very disastrous start, though 

 in the end he did well. 



In crossing a high pass, some eight marches 

 beyond Srinagar, a heavy snowstorm came on. 

 His shikarrie did not think that it would long 

 continue, so recommended the Major to descend 

 to a lower elevation, leaving his camp standing, 

 and taking with him only his rifles and ammunition. 



1 In the latest edition of his book, Colonel Ward takes a very 

 despondent tone with regard to Cashmere sport, and has even altered 

 its title, considering the Cashmere of the present day less a paradise 

 for the sportsman, than a fine field for the tourist. 



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