40 IBEX SHOOTING 



above, and was instantly fallen upon by 

 Muksooda, who proceeded to hammer me 

 on the back with his clenched fist, nearly 

 knocking me down the hill, with such vio- 

 lence did he wring my hand in both his, as 

 he shouted, " Well done, sahib, we've got 

 the forty-incher ! " The next moment I was 

 attacked in a similar manner by Chybra, 

 if you please, and looking up I saw the 

 figure of a man toboganning down the 

 slope, sitting astride on the body of the 

 ibex, holding a horn in his left hand, while 

 he waved his right over his head, reeling 

 about like a drunken man singing a drunken 

 song. Could this be my phlegmatic friend 

 of the morning ? I could hardly believe it, 

 yet he it was. 



After a careful measurement of the horns, 

 one of which proved to be 40 inches, and 

 the other 4o|- inches in length, more hand- 

 shaking, and a pipe, we proceeded down 

 the hill, Chybra keeping the body on the 

 slide down the small snow nullah, while we 

 walked down the ridge dividing it from the 



