MY FIRST IBEX 35 



palm towards us, awaited the moment when 

 the male should disappear and leave our 

 way open. The ibex stood a moment on 

 the ridge, and then went over with a will 

 on the other side. 



"Come!" and Lassoo was away at a 

 hard run, we following. "Go as you 

 please " was the order of the day, and we 

 went the best pace we could, over our 

 knees in snow, sometimes plunging in 

 nearly to our armpits, which prevented of 

 course any risk of our losing foothold, 

 steeply though the snow sloped away to 

 our right. A couple of minutes of this, 

 and we were safely across the snow and 

 under cover, and could sit down awhile to 

 get our breath again. 



As we crossed this steep snow slope I 

 noticed, as I plunged deep into it, that 

 there was some six inches of hollow be- 

 tween the bottom of the snow and the 

 ground, due of course to the melting of 

 the snow, so that all that was keeping this 

 snow up at all, was the adhesion at the 



