98 GOORAL. 



I moved camp next day and went to fresli ground, further up the east 

 valley ; the grass was rank and drenching with dew, but I found a gooral 

 before long on the other side of a ravine. I could only see the head 

 and neck, so had to make a guess for the shoulder, and fire from a nasty 

 cold seat on the wet grass. I judged it to be about 120 yards, and 

 aimed fine. "When the smoke cleared he was gone, but my man went to 

 the spot, found he had fallen or rolled down the hill, and at last recovered 

 and brought him up. The bullet had hit fair behind the shoulder, as I 

 had been very fortunate in my guessing. The horns were not broken, but 

 they were small. 



I had a long scramble over the hillside, made an unsuccessful stalk, 

 getting no shot at a good one, and was well pleased to reach camp at last. 

 Later on I had a couple of days on fresh ground, but, owing to the utter 

 incapacity, if not actual opposition, of my local guide, I was baulked of 

 several shots, and had to leave for the plains without another head. 



