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My shikari warned me that we should on no account eat gooral flesh, as 

 once a saheb had had the hardihood to try it, and his body swelled up to 

 such an alarming extent that he very nearly died. Undeterred by this awful 

 example, we did not hand over all our gooral venison to our worthy shikari 

 and his gang of omnivorous myrmidons, but took the risk, and found gooral 

 most excellent eating, in fact far better than the rather inferior mutton we 

 occasionally purchased. For weeks we revelled in gooral soup, gooral chops, 

 gooral roast and boiled, curried gooral, gooral liver and bacon ; these delica • 

 cies ought surely to have produced symptoms of violent "Gooralism"; but 

 our iron constitutions seemed to withstand them remarkably well ; in fact 

 we even began to suspect that our beloved Bhiku liked gooral himself, and 

 had been trying to obtain more than his fair share by a pleasing little fiction. 

 We let him have all the thar meat, however ; and so he continued fat and 

 contented. 



It would be tedious to give long extracts from my diary ; — they would 

 be for the most part of the stereotyped sort ; but I feel bound to impart 

 a flavour of Sport and Natural History to this very heterogeneous paper by 

 a few concluding quotations. 



So, as touching gooral, or " Bun Bukri •" Opposite some Gujars' huts 

 near the camp in Gundera there stood a precipice, sheer rock some hundreds 

 of feet in height, on the other side of the river. Surveying these cliffs one 

 evening— 350 yards distant — I made out with the glasses two gooral 

 among some brushwood. One stood out clear on the edge of a rock. It 

 was the first day of my new rifle, and I determined to try a sighting shot 

 across the glen. The first bullet went a little low, but the gooral did not move. 

 I put up the 300 yards sight, and fired again. The gooral seemed perturbed 

 in spirit. Lowering the sight to 100, and aiming full, I fired a third shot 

 and the gooral fell down the cliff, shot through the neck. ° ° ° Starting 

 at 5 in the morning, Bhiku, the tiffinwallah, and myself went up the hill 

 behind camp. I saw a gooral across the ravine to the left ; it was high on 

 the face of the precipice, lying down in a small cave, partly hidden by some 

 branches, too far for shooting at. Continuing our climb we saw another on a 

 peak some 500 feet higher, and half a mile away. Keeping out of sight, 

 we crept along the slopes till we were about three hundred yards from the 

 crag on which it had been standing ; it was no longer visible ; but as we 

 moved up, two other gooral darted out of a hollow 200 yards away, and 

 stood to see who we were that had intruded on their solitary realm. I 

 shot one, a male, and missed the other as it bolted. So home early. In 

 the evening we went down to some cliffs below the Hul road from Gundera, 

 and saw two gooral far below. Making a detour, we crossed the torrent, 

 intending to get opposite them through the woods on the further side of the 

 glen. The plan succeeded. I got to about 250 yards of them, but finding 

 that it was a doe and yonng one, did not shoot. Instead, I sent a man across 



