196 SAVAGE SVANETIA. 



another very long shot, at about four or five 

 hundred yards, and, to my own surprise, 

 wounded a third chamois. But though 

 wounded the little beast was far from bagged, 

 and it took Imat and myself over an hour to 

 stalk within range of him. 



When we had made our point, we had 

 a small piece of swelling ground between us 

 and our game. Taking my rifle I proceeded 

 to worm my way to the point from which I 

 expected to get my shot, but though I knew 

 I must be quite close to him, I could not see 

 the chamois anywhere. So I crept on and on 

 down hill through the thin grey grass, won- 

 dering where the little beast had got to and 

 what was the matter with Imat, whose 

 grimaces and contortions suggested an im- 

 pending attack of convulsions. 



The next moment a pair of black and 

 grey ears rose about six feet in front of me, 

 and a pair of frightened brown eyes looked 



