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in the open, however, and I could not get within 300 yards 

 of them, and in the uncertain light, with my defective 

 sight, I knew I could not kill at that range. I climbed 

 higher, and presently got within 150 yards of a flock, 

 amongst them a very fine ram. He stood on a crest, 

 and when I fired disappeared in a cloud of dust, and I 

 felt sure he was mine. The shikari and self searched 

 everywhere, but never found a trace of him. Further on 

 I took a shot across a valley at another good ram, missed 

 him first barrel, and only managed to break a leg at 

 second attempt. I fired again to try and stop him when, 

 as luck had it, a young ram stepped between him and 

 myself, and fell to my bullet, stone dead. 



On Saturday we went out early, and succeeded in 



stalking a herd, N getting one ram, and I another, 



but neither carried very good heads. We came upon 

 another herd later, and I crept up on all fours to within 

 twenty yards of it, but as there was not a shootable 

 head, I did not fire. We then descended the mountain 

 to have our n o'clock meal, and while discussing it, saw 

 a very nice ram right across the glacier on the other 

 range. It threatened to snow, however, and as the 

 glacier would have taken some five hours to cross and 

 recross, we very reluctantly gave up all thought of 

 stalking the ram, and spent the remainder of the day 

 packing our belongings. On Sunday, at dawn, we 

 marched back to Camp II, over the top of a down- 

 like hill and precipitous rocks. Just as we clambered 

 to the summit we saw a herd of baral come down the 



precipice to feed. N , fearing the dangerous-looking 



stalk over the brink, endeavoured to get within range 

 of the sheep by crawling along the summit, while I went 



