332 A DIFFICULT SHOT. 



Tartar behind nie carrying my second liiie, 

 and just pulled up in time, to see the leading 

 file of a flock of young males ascending the 

 rocks in front of me. Down I sat, and 

 waited to allow the flock to get above me ; 

 but the sight was too much for the old 

 Tartar, he became so excited that he began 

 to hollow, and I was obliged to fire at once, 

 with only the chance of getting one. I put 

 a conical ball through its heart, but was 

 not aware of it at the time, for he went 

 down the rocks with the rest, as hard as 

 they all could go. I fired at them as they 

 ran oft' and missed, and wishing the old 

 Tartar, in whatever place they consider most 

 unjsleasant, I took my second rifle from 

 him, and ran along the rocks for another 

 shot. I had just reached the brink of a 

 ravine, when I caught sight of them again, 

 about 150 yards from me, making directly 

 for the spot where R. should have been. 

 I got a long shot in a hurry, and missed. 

 R. had left his place, and Colls had followed 

 him ; the flock of old males had passed 



