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although we saw eight or nine bulls, we could not get nearer than 600 yards, 
T only saved it from being a totally blank day by knocking over a hare with 
a stone on our way back to camp. There wasa lovely fresh-water lake at 
the head of the nullah, so we moved the camp up to it to get the benefit of 
the grass forthe ponies. The elevation was 18,200 feet, and we found our 
heads and breathing apparatus giving us a lot of trouble. 
Soon after breakfast we sawa Yak from camp, There was no way of 
stalking him but right across the open. I took the job on,and by dint of 
crawling and creeping got to within 300 yards. My first shot was wild and 
only broke his hind leg, but he turned to charge and the second bullet 
catching him full in the chest finished him off at once, 
The day turned out so hot that we both indulged in a bath, which by 
this time was becoming a necessity after a three weeks’ interval, and we sat 
down to our dinner of most excellent Yak-steaks feeling very proud of our 
personal appearance, although I hardly think that Gerry's sporting friends 
would have quite recognised him in the bearded-looking ruffan with a face 
like a ploughed tield who faced me across the table, 
On August 27th we began to retrace our steps. We moved off west, and 
recrossing the pass of 18,500 feet came 22 miles to Horpu Cho lake again. 
Just after crossing the pass we found four Yak, two of them being fine bulls, 
ina lovely place for a staik. Gerry after an easy stalk shot the biggest fellow 
stone dead, while the others got away out of range before I could get a 
chance of a shot, Next day Rassool and I explored the nullahs on the 
gouth side of the Jake. We cameacross a herd of quite 200 Yak, but there 
were only four bulls inthe lot. Istalked up to within 50 yards of them— 
a bit too close to be pleasant I thought after my recent experience. ‘There 
was only one good beast, and him I killed stone dead with a -303 bullet, On 
the way home I shot three Antelope, one head being 25 inckes, This was 
the last Yak that we shot, and I need but shortly describe our journey 
back, We retraced our steps camp by camp finding our grain and supplies 
which we had buried all safe and sound, We met but four Champas, 
and they seemed not to take much notice of us as we were onthe way 
west. 
Thad a yarn with one of them with the aid of Rassool as interpreter, 
He wasa fine handsome fellow, but [ failed to get any information of 
interest from him. The piercing wind was what troubled us most : it seemed 
to cut one to the bone,no matter how many coats one put on, The tem- 
perature at night was often below zero, and it certainly was surprising to see 
how cheerfully our poor drivers stood it, without even the comfort ofa 
camp fire for want of fuel to make one. We kept ourselves well supplied 
with Antelope meat, on which, with occasional Yak beef, we had subsisted 
for five weeks. In fact we had not killed a sheep the whole time we were in 
Thibet, Some of.the men at one time began to show signs of having eaten 
