330 DEIVING THE WILD SHEEP. 



taking the advice of an old Tartar, we went 

 off to some heights above our camp. 



The plain in which the Salt Lake is 

 situated, may be about thirty-five miles in 

 length, by eighteen in breadth, and is a very 

 favourite haunt of the wild sheep. From 

 the heights, we soon espied a considerable 

 flock of Ovis Ammon, and a great number of 

 wild horses. Our plan to get a shot, was to 

 drive them towards the heights, where we 

 could lie in ambush. We took up our posi- 

 tions accordingly. R. being company, I put 

 him in the best place ; he and Colls took the 

 right, Wilson and I the left. From our 

 position, we could sweep the plain with our 

 glasses, and see everything that passed 

 below. Our four best men were despatched 

 with orders to circle round the flock, and 

 then, when well in their rear, to move on 

 towards us, driving them before them. This 

 they managed capitally, although it rather 

 tried our patience, for they had a long way 

 to go round. 



In about two hours and a half, we saw 



