CACCABIS CHAKOR. 



THE Himalayan red-legged partridge is a much 

 misunderstood bird. Too often is it the case 

 that his pursuit, instead of being a delightful 

 sport, exhilarating to body and soul, results only 

 in physical dishevelment, and a state of mind 

 which can only be compared to the blackness 

 which sometimes falls on a golfer when struggling 

 with adverse fate. It is often worse, for whereas 

 the most unfortunate golfer's ball does not always 

 lie in a bunker or in "a hole with a lump be- 

 hind," the sportsman who goes about chakor shoot- 

 ing in any but the right way is always fighting 

 against overwhelming odds. Let us, however, 

 perching ourselves on some pinnacle of the mighty 

 Hindu Kush, watch up to a certain point at 

 least the adventures of one unversed in the 

 wiles of the bird. The scene is in one of the 

 wide sterile valleys in the Gilgit district, where 

 scree and boulder-covered slopes, cut up by numer- 

 ous deep ravines, rear themselves up into great 

 snow-capped mountains. Here and there ribs of 



