TRACKING A WOUNDED RAM. 89 



went round, and approached from behind, think- 

 ing he might want another shot ; but he was quite 

 dead. In working up to him, I crossed the line 

 of No. i, and saw by the blood-tracks that he also 

 was hit, but had disappeared with the rest of the 

 herd. I tracked him for some way, but conclud- 

 ing I should have to follow a considerable dis- 

 tance, I went back to have a look at the other, and 

 was disappointed to find his head only measured 

 44 inches. 



Sending the Kirghiz off to camp for a pony to 

 take it back, I slung my rifle and went off up the 

 mountain, determined to stick to the wounded one 

 until he was brought to hand. The blood-tracks 

 were well defined, but always with the herd. At 

 last I came within sight of them, and with my 

 glass made out the hindermost one was dead 

 lame. I followed on, though very done, the 

 ascent being steep and stony, and the rifle on my 

 back feeling very heavy. Soon after this he fell 

 out, and making sure I should find him in some 

 corrie, plucked up heart and went on. Yes, there 

 he was, but with his head well up, and apparently 

 not very sick. Getting up, he limped to the top 

 of the ridge, but not liking the look of the ground, 

 turned back, and caught sight of me full in the 



