TOO Sport and Life in the Fiirther Himalaya 



rock-pieces, and this is the ground to be driven. 

 At the farther end of this ground a high ridge 

 of black rock forms a shoulder running down into 

 the river, where a deep pool of green water circles 

 round and round. The two guns take their stand, 

 one a hundred yards or so above the other, on a 

 ridge in front of the bluff, for the chakor, it is 

 known, will make straight for this. The sportsman 

 whose fortune we will follow has drawn the upper 

 stand, and behind a convenient bush, together with 

 his cartridge -carrier and a retrieving spaniel, is 

 preparing a flat place for his feet, when the lead- 

 ing men belonging to the line of stops appear on 

 the sky-line above him. Word is passed by them 

 to begin, and the wind soon brings faintly the 

 chakor-beaters' cry, " Ho ! ho ! ho ! ho ! " repeated 

 quickly in a monotone. A hundred paces or so 

 in front are some steep rocks on which the upper 

 gun fixes his eyes, for the birds will either come 

 over these or swing round below. The lower gun 

 has some shooting first, for he gets the chakor 

 which are put up from the terraces. But soon 

 the other gets to work. First a covey very high 

 up tempts him to waste a couple of cartridges 

 on birds out of shot. Then a straggler from the 

 same covey, at a slightly lower elevation, is 

 touched, and wheels round and flies straight 

 across the river to the slopes, half a mile dis- 



