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third cartridge I thought my ram needed no 

 coup de grace, so I took one of the last of the 

 herd as he gazed back from an eminence about 

 two hundred yards away, and hit him well 

 forward but evidently too high up. He 

 vanished over the brow of the hill, and I rose 

 to finish my first victim. 



Unluckily, just at that moment, another 

 herd of tur, disturbed by my shots from a 

 neighbouring valley, sprang up the face of the 

 cliff above into sight. I think there were 

 about ten of them, not like our first herd com- 

 posed only of young bucks and does, but 

 every one of them big old bucks with splendid 

 horns. They were too far to shoot and too 

 thoroughly well aware of our proximity for us 

 to hope to stalk them, besides which, they 

 were going best pace up an incline which 

 would beat most mountaineers, to the un- 

 attainable crags above. 



When we turned to pick up our wounded I 



