386 BIG GAME SHOOTING 
There is a tiny sheep district very far up in the mountains 
at the head of one of the Frazer’s tributaries to which my 
Indian guide alone knew the trail. He had blazed it three 
years before, and burnt some timber whilst he was up there, 
in order that another year the sweet grasses which would 
spring in the d7u/é might attract plenty of deer to this his 
private hunting ground. From the bald top of Siyah, as I prefer — 
to call this ground, we could see the great hills round the ~ 
Mr. Arnold Pike’s great ram 
Frazer rolling down fold upon fold into their river-beds, their 
sides red-brown in the sunlight, a rich dark purple in the ~ 
shadows. We were lying on the very highest ground, spying” 
into a hollow below us in which a solitary sheep was feeding. 
‘Yoharlequin,’ muttered the Siwash, ‘it is a ewe.’ Just as he- 
spoke we both crouched close to the ground, though we were 
safe enough even from a bighorn’s marvellously all-secing eyes, 
for at that moment five more sheep walked slowly into sight. — 
so iain anes 
