CHAMOIS' WHISTLE. 175 



some rocks which we had set in motion 

 during our ascent had startled him from his 

 siesta. 



Whilst I was watching him and regretting 

 the impossibility of getting at him, another 

 whistle close to me made me start and grip 

 my rifle nervously. I began to think I must 

 be close to a herd, but peering round an angle 

 of rock, I saw Simon shaping his mouth for a 

 repetition of the call, and so well did he do it, 

 that he brought the suspicious little beast 

 several hundred yards nearer to us, though 

 unfortunately in such a direction that he got 

 our wind, after which his doubts and himself 

 disappeared simultaneously. 



On our way back to camp we stirred a 

 troop of four more chamois, two hinds with 

 their fawns, but I was not keen to shoot them, 

 and probably could not have got to them had 

 I been so inclined. Some distance below the 

 glacier, among the river boulders, T saw a 



