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blazed away five times, with this result. I got several more before 
leaving Nakunda, however. I took a very deliberate pot shot at 
a hawk of some kind perched on a deodar. I did not know what 
it was, as the setting sun’s rays imparted to it a curious pale hue. 
It was a very long shot, but the bird dropped dead, and proved, 
somewhat to my disappointment, to be a common Kestrel! 
Capt. T. went back some miles of our yesterday's tramp in 
search of Monaul, but saw not a feather. He had bad luck: 
came on Cheer Pheasants and a small family party of Ghoral, 
but bagged nothing all day, except a Pine Marten; so he was not 
in the best of tempers till after the soothing influence of dinner 
and sundry cheroots. I went to my couch early, as I was bound 
for the top of Huttoo to see the sun rise in the morning. 
Nakunda, Oct. 13th.—Off at 4 a.m., with a bit of waning moon 
to lighten the way, intensely cold, and a keen wind enough to cut 
aman in two. I did not, however, reach the top of Huttoo to-day. 
Oosrao told me that the forests all around were inhabited by nearly 
every kind of game known in the hills, so I went in for a day of it. 
He had started a couple of hours in advance of me, mistaking 
my instructions, but I found him waiting for me beyond the first 
ridge. He had shot a Monaul, and seen a Serow and some 
Ghoral on his way up by another path. I traversed the forest for 
a couple of hours in vain, and came back to where he had joined 
me to a hasty breakfast, after which we explored several clearings 
and got to a second ridge. I heard Monaul calling all about, 
but none gave us a chance. Suddenly Oosrao, who was a little 
to the left, stooped and directed my attention to a speck, as it 
appeared to me, among some bare rocks right in front of me. I 
could not make out at first what he pointed at, but, on fixing the 
object with my glasses, soon made out a beast of some sort, which 
I at first took for a black sheep. My man said, “ Jahr, Sahib, 
Tahr,” and after a steady gaze I found such it was; but a hundred 
and fifty yards off, and difficult to stalk. Just when we did not 
want them, a pair of Monauls sprang from the juniper thicket 
close in front of us, offering tempting shots, and dashed straight 
on towards the Tahr, which had been lying down. He got uneasy, 
and started to his feet. I lay down flat behind a rock, whence, 
‘cautiously peeping, I saw that after a few minutes of scrutiny he 
had laid down again. He was soon joined by another, which 
came towards him cropping the short grass as he advanced, and 
