44 Sport and Life in the Further Himalaya 



standing immovable, his face down the valley 

 towards us. Whether or no he had some 

 mysterious suspicion of danger, who can say? 



We returned to camp pretty pleased, as barring 

 snow -leopards, which infested this glen, and 

 accidents, I should get a shot at the big one next 

 morning. 



We were out before dawn. In order to get 

 above the herd in the ravine where we had left 

 them, we had to walk up the main Kargah glen 

 for a mile and a half and then climb up to the 

 left, crossing over a spur into the Shingye nullah, 

 some 800 feet above my camp, to which there 

 was an almost sheer drop down. We zigzagged 

 up and down, Gul Sher leading and finding 

 paths along dizzy ledges where paths there 

 appeared to be none, I following, haud passibus 

 cequis, my second shikari with rifle and lunch 

 coming last. Gul Sher knew every inch of the 

 ground we were on it used to be his own 

 hunting-ground in the old days else, covered 

 with snow as was every spot where snow could 

 lie, the stalk would have been an impossibility. 



There was that morning one particularly un- 

 attractive place to negotiate. The ledge, which 

 was our only means of reaching our point, ran 

 round a corner, to pass which the entire weight 

 had to be thrown on one foot placed on a small 



