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for they were well out of range. My other shot 

 had told true, and the Ovis was quite dead ; so 

 we cut off his head, and covering the body for 

 Karim Khan to pick up on his way back next 

 day, started off to look for the camp. 



A long cold tramp we had with the wind in 

 our teeth, and it was a real luxury to find my 

 tent pitched, and have a cup of tea. After 

 which, feeling fit for anything, and a Kirghiz 

 woman bringing news of a Faringhi who had 

 crossed the Alai and was camped near, I was off 

 like a shot, for the prospect of a talk with a 

 fellow -creature was too good to be neglected. 

 It was beginning to get dusk, and not a sign of a 

 camp was to be seen, and I was reluctantly going 

 to return, when, on crossing a spur, I came on 

 a couple of yiirts, and standing in front of one 

 was a white man. This turned out to be Mr 

 Littledale, who had been on this pamir and shot 

 some poli the year before. Mrs Littledale was 

 with him, and they told me they intended to 

 try and work back to Kashmir via Badakshan 

 and Chitral, a very venturesome journey for 

 a lady to take, and from which project I en- 

 deavoured to dissuade them, telling them that 

 by all accounts the fords in Chitral were deep 



