338 JOURNAL, BOMBAY NATURAL HIST. SOCIETY, Vol, XXVIII 
The illustration reprodruced on page 336 is from a tracing of a head shot by 
the late Capt. J. Y. Allan. This ram fell into a small chasm, the head was put 
into position and the carcase left out during the night when it froze stiff. 
Memory recalls many stalks after Hodgson’s Sheep, and diaries kept at the 
time prevent errors creeping into their narration. 
In the country to the eastward of the Changchemno plenty of sheep and antes 
lope were to be found during the early summer months. A yak with a driver, 
two strong Kashmiri coolies and a dog comprised the whole following. High 
up the hill side a solitary ram was seen to be walking slowly towards the top 
of a spur which was broad, nearly flat and open. Would he cross or work his 
way upwards and was he travelling to some distant place to feed, or was he 
frightened by the smal] caravan? When once on the move, Hodgson’s Sheep 
will, after galloping a short distance, settle down into a steady walk and travel far. 
After meandering about on the flat ridge the ram crossed and was out of sight. 
A fairly easy climb took the stalker across the plateau, but only to find 
that the sheep had turned upwards towards a small glacier in the next ravine. 
This entailed a long walk up the.slope on which the approach had begun. 
At last under the glacier the shot was fired at the animal standing directly 
facing the rifle. It is hard to judge distances, it is still harder to know what 
to aim at when the quarry is head on and down hill. The bullet broke a foreleg. 
How that ram travelled on three legs was wonderful. Luckily there was no 
chances of his going upwards, at any rate at first, there was also no chance 
of his stopping for some time. A return to the starting place was all that 
could be done for that day. There was no scrub for a fire and very littie water, 
&@ move was made up the ravine until darkness came on. 
The next morning there was little climbing to be done, the flat top of the spur 
was crossed and the glacier reached. The track was down the middle of an 
open valley. Eventually the main valley was reached. By the river there 
were rocxs and detached stones, and amongst these the ram was lying. Evidently 
he dared not cross the water and having tired himself out, took to the first shelter 
that could be found. -He was shot where he rested. One of the forelegs had 
been splintered above the knee. A nice head of 41 inches but with both tips 
damaged. 
Far away from the beaten tracks, to the north-eastward of the Pangkong 
Lake, after crossing the passes the rivers flow south-east and the border is passed. 
Picture to yourself, the most sterile valley you have ever seen, a hot sun, and 
the glare of the white borax. Joining this main valley there are many ravines 
some of which hold trickling streams near which various kinds of struggling 
plants try to grow. To graze on what can be here and there picked up Hodgson’s 
Sheep migrates from his winter resorts. 
Fairly high up amongst the ravines some rams were seen but how to get at 
them was the difficulty for the wind was blowing upwards. The only plan was 
to spend the day in the glaring main valley and take what shelter was possible 
behind the few rocks which lay detached from the hill sides. 
As evening approached the wind, as is usually the case, changed ; there was 
moonlight and a move was made up the next ravine in which the sheep had been 
seen. 
Covered with fur rugs and lying by one of the small streams, the night was pas- 
sed and hopes entertained that the game had not left the grazing ground. In the 
early morning before a start could be made, the rams showed on the top of . the 
ridge which lay between where they had been grazing on the previous day and 
