1 70 Sport and Life in the Further Himalaya 



in the death of iny valued stalker, must con- 

 clude this sketch. We had picked up some 

 poli one morning, and had made a good stalk. 

 The herd, however, had divided in two, and 

 while I was examining one party with the idea 

 of picking the biggest ram, the others, which I 

 had missed seeing, were examining me, and, before 

 I got my shot, concluded they would not wait, 

 and bolted, of course stampeding the others. 

 They all went on to a bare hillside where a 

 stalk was impossible, and remained there till 

 evening, when they shifted their ground. I 

 made another stalk and got a shot, killing one 

 ram and wounding another, which went off. 

 We were out after the latter early next morning, 

 a man having been despatched during the night 

 to fetch a hound from the nearest encampment. 

 We found our ram very high up on a snow- 

 covered ridge, on the top of which he was 

 silhouetted against the sky as he looked down 

 on his pursuers far below him. My Khirgiz 

 hunter absolutely refused to climb, so Gul Sher 

 and I started without him up a ravine that 

 offered concealment. The ram in the meantime 

 moved on. We followed his tracks along a ridge 

 which was heavily corniced by snow, and pres- 

 ently found ourselves following them down a 

 snow-filled gully. The snow was hard and very 



