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tur was too small to make the horns worth 

 keeping, for that very reason it furnished us 

 with an excellent supper, which we both 

 greatly needed. 



Alas ! the supper was all too good for the 

 interests of sport, and next morning nothing 

 would induce Simon to stir before dawn, in 

 consequence of which we missed the morning 

 chance at tur on the high peaks. The only 

 signs of our game which we could find for 

 some time were the horns of a grand old ram, 

 visible to Simon (and Simon only) over the 

 top of a boulder about half a mile off, roughly 

 speaking. But though I spent a quarter of 

 'an hour trying to make the beast or his horns 

 out with my telescope I failed, though by that 

 time we had found another herd sleeping on a 

 ledge in a very exposed and unapproachable 

 place, some half a day's climb from where we 

 were. 



To attempt to stalk either the single beast 



