A Sportswoman in India 



over the cliff. M. looked more like suicide than 

 anything, and the shikari's pity was so many coals 

 of fire. 



S. had wounded the other tahr ; he was hard hit ; 

 we followed him up, found him in a corner, and 

 despatched him. Three head in one day was not 

 bad ; we regained our spirits, only to send them up 

 mountains high when, on crossing M.'s line of fire, 

 we came on blood marks. Then, after all, she had 

 hit him, with her second barrel ! Farther on was 

 more blood ; then traces of his having rolled to 

 the edge of a steep drop on the cliff side. Kneeling 

 down and stretching over, there we saw him, dead at 

 the bottom. He must have been hit fair ; but his own 

 impetus carried him on, and he disappeared from our 

 view before he actually rolled over. One horn was 

 broken off short, but it was found later on ; the lower 

 jaw was missing, too. The sun was setting, and 

 we had a bad time getting down over the fast freezing 

 slopes before we eventually reached the somewhat 

 mutilated body of the fallen tahr. 



It is hard to imagine anything more grateful and 

 comforting than reaching one's own little tent after 

 a hard day's work ; such glorious exercise is worth 

 a caravan-load of doctor's stuff, and does give one 

 an appetite ! We had left our tea-bottle in the goat- 

 shed, and had had nothing since to drink except 

 frozen snow not much of a substitute. In the now 

 sunless ravine it was freezing sharp ; we had a big 

 fire of birch logs, which were rather damp, and inclined 



