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time and found our dozen friends still feeding and now 

 200 yards ahead. 



A second inspection at this shorter range showed that 

 while the horns of the two rams were approximately equal 

 in length, yet one of the pair displayed a far bolder 

 " spread." Him, of course, I selected for my trophy. 

 Friendly clumps of canes enabled me to creep forward 

 to the deadly loo-yard range ; yet, even so, the shot made 

 was a poor one. The bullet struck 4 inches too low, 

 just at junction of fore-leg with shoulder. Should excuse 



AIMING WITH TELESCOPE-SIGHT. 



be needed, remember that there was absolutely nothing 

 solid to sit on. The process of perfecting an aim demands 

 some few seconds ; and during those seconds I was sinking 

 deeper and deeper into slime. Quaking bog boiled, bubbled, 

 and fretted around, and already a greenish fluid had risen 

 above my belt even a cracksman at Bisley might be 

 disconcerted ? 



The shock of course knocked the animal over ; but, 

 soon recovering his feet, he staggered after the flying 

 herd. These, taking a course riverwards and presently 

 wheeling inwards, actually passed between me and the 

 ship behind, thus enabling my watching companions 

 aboard to witness the striking incident that ensued. The 

 stricken ram one leg swinging useless from the shoulder 



