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there already. However, on the evening of 

 the third day I got my chance, killing two : 

 one good head went off with what I took to 

 be a shapoo with him, the rest of the herd 

 taking another direction. Getting back to camp 

 late, I found Colonel Thornton, who was en- 

 vious of my luck, having had no shot. As I 

 had to leave next day, having promised to 

 meet Eraser at Miroo, I recommended him to 

 hunt for the Ovis that had gone off with the 

 shapoo. 



Starting early next morning, and crossing over 

 the ridge of the Kamer on my way into the 

 Miroo nullah, I came on the very* Ovis and 

 shapoo of the previous day, made an easy stalk, 

 and shot them both. The shapoo proved to be 

 a hybrid Ovis; the Ovis was a very fine one, 

 but the horns a good deal broken. I hesitated 

 about letting Colonel Thornton know, but on 

 second thoughts deemed it better not to destroy 

 his hopes. I did no more shooting, being again 

 troubled with fever, so returned with a couple 

 of friends to Kashmir. 



