SEARCH FOR MY TUR. 47 



found to my vexation that Simon had not 

 seen my first tiir fall, and as the place where 

 he fell was difficult to get at, refused for some 

 time to accompany me, being bent rather on 

 following the second, which I knew was hit 

 only very slightly. So I went alone, but when, 

 though my tur was no longer there, I showed 

 Simon the great gouts of blood which covered 

 the stones, and he himself afterwards picked 

 up a piece of bone half the size of my little 

 finger which my bullet had knocked out of 

 the poor beast, he was keen enough in pur- 

 suit. From the look of the bone I fancied 

 the bullet had broken a hind leg, thus laming, 

 and for the moment paralysing, the tur 

 by the shock. Like all these goats when 

 wounded our tiir had gone straight upwards, 

 and though the great drops of blood made 

 tracking him easy, the path that was easy for 

 him on three legs was too difficult for us on 

 two. 



