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ice-raft again, which, however well it served our 

 turn, is scarcely to be recommended as a per- 

 manent mode of conveyance. We were then 

 good six miles from camp, and only just got 

 back before dark. 



Away again, nothing daunted, we went at day- 

 break to the spot where we had left the wounded 

 creature not a sign of him to be seen ! There 

 was nothing for it but to set to work and track 

 again. We found the place where he had evi- 

 dently laid up for the night ; but thinking he 

 must be stiff and not far away, I proceeded very 

 cautiously, rifle at the ready, in case of coming on 

 him suddenly. Whilst we were popping about 

 amongst the rocks in the ravine, some stones 

 rattled down from the steep hill above. There, 

 sure enough, was a beast making his way along, 

 but surely not my three-legged one ? How could 

 he have climbed so high ? Turning the glasses 

 on to him, the question was quickly solved ; it was 

 the wounded ram, and going apparently as strong 

 as ever ! Did the brute never mean to stop ? 

 Going along the face of the cliff, he turned up a 

 narrow steep rift, and after looking about a little, 

 lay down. The wind now blew up-hill, so needs 

 must that I should climb the hill and descend 



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