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I managed the stalk myself; but just at the 

 critical moment, as he was sleeping with one 

 eye open, the old rascal caught sight of Frank 

 and Yassili coming up the hill below him, 

 and he was up and away instantly. In sheer 

 desperation I risked a shot at him, which, 

 though it missed liim (he was four hundred 

 yards off at least), turned him down hill. 

 Quick as he was, Simon was hardly less 

 active, and managed to get down to a point 

 several hundred yards below in time to get 

 another shot at him. 



Lucky Simon ! The chamois gave him a 

 shot at about sixty yards, which he, as usual, 

 missed. But Fortune was kind to-day. Twice 

 headed, the buck now came straight up-hill, 

 evidently determined to make for some of 

 those mountain fastnesses wherein he felt 

 himself safe from the annoyances of mankind. 

 But en route he was obliged to pass me. This 

 time he came within about 150 yards, and as 



