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now) we came to the edge of a blue glacier, and 

 to my surprise Mac was already there, waiting, 

 he must have run down the entire length of the 

 mountain. Crossing the glacier we left Pat be- 

 hind, and we were off in quest of Ovis Stoneii. 

 Then commenced a severe stalk lasting over an 

 hour across some nasty shale rocks and loose 

 gravel, which was impossible to traverse except- 

 ing at a snail's pace. One misstep would have 

 meant terrible disaster far below in the yawning 

 depths. 



We were now making our final stalk that 

 should bring us within fair range. I could not 

 resist the temptation to raise my head and take 

 one peep at them. They were lying down on the 

 bare mountainside about three hundred yards off. 

 While I looked there was a slight rumbling noise, 

 then as if by a silent command, they rose as one 

 and stood motionless. It was a rock that had 

 loosened at the top and rolled down. When it 

 had passed they settled down again in their same 

 respective positions. The rocks were sharp and 

 the crawling was most difficult; but if we could 

 make another fifty yards I felt that I could score. 



Now Mac stopped, they were up again walking 

 slowly, this time in the direction of a little patch 

 of sheep grass. Reaching the grass they care- 



