i 4 4 THE MARKHOR 



" He must be very ill, or he would look towards 

 us and would not stand still." 



Slowly he continues his rocky journey, but soon 

 he stops suddenly and begins to wind his way down 

 towards the valley. And now I shoot. 



The stones beneath the animal are scattered hither 

 and thither ; but he himself stands motionless. 

 Before, however, I can shoot a second time he starts 

 again, slowly winding his way from rock to rock. 

 My gun follows him, and the moment he stands 

 still I shoot. 



" Too high this time." And in hurried leaps the 

 markhor disappears for ever ! 



