A DEAD RAM. 105 



above. Bower, then, had met the herd ; but I 

 did not feel easy about his having met the 

 wounded ones, so kept on. The ground grew 

 more and more rocky and broken, till it fell 

 abruptly from the glacier into a deep ravine and 

 brought me to a full stop. Presently, seeing 

 Bower ascending the opposite side of the ravine 

 to my left, I turned and went to the right ; but 

 after hunting for some time among the rocks, 

 where the traces grew fainter and fainter, and 

 beginning to feel I had done a good day's work, 

 circled round to see about the dead ram, at which 

 I had scarcely looked. As he lay on his side he 

 appeared to have a very fair head, but on turning 

 him over I found one horn was broken, which 

 spoilt his beauty considerably. 



Sitting down to smoke a pipe while the shikari 

 cut off the head and skinned him, I soon felt 

 better, and taking out my knife, began at the 

 other end. We then quartered him, and hiding 

 the meat and skin under some rocks, started for 

 camp with the head slung on my mountain-pole, 

 which we carried between us. 



Bower came in soon after. He had made 

 out the wounded ones, but could not get a 

 chance at them ; a long shot at two others had 



