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blood. My Turk brought rne a stoue with a good 

 deal more on, but in my opinion not enough. I 

 feared the bullet must have cut the eye out and 

 just scored the head. Still, it was unlikely the 

 beast would go far, so when Duran turned up with 

 the hounds I ordered a pursuit. I was taken — a 

 desperate and dangerous climb, the men going 

 barefoot — to a saddle of rocks between the place 

 where I had fired and the Grusca brook. Then 

 the men continued the search, refusing my offer 

 of the hounds, which they said could not follow. 



At the end of half an hour I heard shouts, and 

 made out a single chamois going slowly on the 

 other bank of the Grusda. When the men came 

 up they said it was mine, aDd that he was very 

 sick. The mere fact of his not having gone up 

 from the water proved this. I wanted to follow 

 again, but they said it was impossible to cross 

 from where we were. Moreover, the sun — for 

 the afternoon had turned out fine — was getting 

 low. Eeluctantly, therefore, I commenced the long 

 climb along and up the hillside, which seemed as 

 if it never would end ; but at last we reached 

 Kasici village, and found old Fezo had got back 

 before us. He had only scored a couple of misses. 



Hounds, I was told, had hunted splendidly, 

 but I neither saw nor heard them ; but the result 

 of their efforts satisfied me as to the correctness 

 of Duran's statement. At first I was inclined to 



