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Inside, it had cut a large hole through the liver and 

 lungs, just missing the heart, and wherever it had 

 passed through or near muscle it had turned the meat 

 black. Neither the hole by which the bullet had 

 entered nor the one by which it had made its exit 

 was very small, and, indeed, the wound was altogether 

 quite as severe as if it had been made by an expanding 

 .45O-bore projectile of the best kind. Yet, strange to 

 say, not one single drop of blood had exuded from 

 either of the wounds, and had the bullet missed the 

 lungs after passing through the liver, there would 

 have been no blood spoor whatever, although the 

 wound would undoubtedly soon have proved fatal. 



On noticing the entire absence of blood from the 

 bullet-wounds in the carcass of the dead goat, I could 

 not but think I had hit the ram with the big horns, as 

 I had had a very steady shot at him, and the distance 

 was not very great. Still, there being no blood spoor, 

 I could not feel at all sure about it, and could only 

 hope that if he had been really hit, but a little too far 

 back to be immediately fatal, the vultures might still 

 guide me to his carcass in the course of a day or two. 

 As a matter of fact, I did not find him, but I have the 

 strongest reason to believe that his head is now in my 

 possession. I recovered it in this way. On the after- 

 noon of Tuesday, February 12, Mr. J. and I returned 

 to Chardak station, and Mr. J. there heard that a 

 Turk had a few days previously found a large goat 

 dead in the mountain, so we sent for the man, and on 



