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be our only chance of getting a shot that day ; so I told Dhe Khan to start, . 
Tt was bitterly cold and the icy wind seemed to cut through us, warmly clad as 
we were, but the O, poli seemed as happy as if they were basking in the sun, Off 
went Dhe Khan, and in about half an hour we saw him ploughing through the 
snow on the other side of the valley, He was plainly visible to us,so should 
have been to the O, poli ; but it was some time before they spotted him, At last 
first one and then another pair of horns turned in his direction, and the big 
ram got on his feet, Dhe Khan had now passed the O, poli and began to work 
back towards us ; then soon they were all on their legs, and it was only a 
question as to which direction they would move, Handing the binoculars to 
Rakhmat with instructions to keep his eye on the big ram,I got ready with the 
rifle, The O. poli, having now come to the conclusion that Dhe Khan was up to 
no good, turned round and started off at a good pace up-hill and in our direc- 
tion, Had it not been for the snow, I should only have got a running shot, but 
before long the big ram plunged in up to his belly, Now was my chance, and, 
drawing a careful bead, I fired, “ Missed’’ said Rakhmat, and the rams dashed 
on through the snow, making nothing of it. Another shot was also fruit- 
less of results, and they were hidden by an undulation of the ground, Rakh- 
mat and I ran to cut them off, We had about 100 yards of snow to cover, 
all up-hill,-and by the time we caught sight of them again we were both 
absolutely beat. Two rams were standing looking at us about 150-yards off, 
but I was shaking so terribly that I was quite incapable of using the rifle, 
They soon disappeared, and when next we saw them they were going over a 
ridge down below us about 600 yards off. 
Rakhmat, who had the glasses, said that the big one was bringing up the 
rear, Assoonas they had disappeared we ran down after them, but we did 
not see them again, There was.no blood in the tracks; it was a palpable 
miss, a bad beginning to my shoot, 
We both lay down in the srow and were trying tc get our breath again, 
for we were still suffering from the effects of our run up-hill, when a shout 
from above made us look up, It was Dhe Khan, who evidently wanted to 
know the result of my shot, We signalled to him to come down, but he 
continued shouting and waving his arms,so I sent the unwilling Rakhmat 
up thehill again to see what he wanted. After exchanging a few words 
with Dhe Khan he also shouted and waved to me, What was the 
matter? Perhaps the O. poli was wounded after all and they could see 
him, so I slowly climbed up the snow slope. Rakhmat and Dhe Khan had 
disappeared when they saw me start, and what was my astonishment on 
reaching the top of the ridge to see them both sitting over a dead O. poli 
within a few hundred yards of the place where I had fired, It was the big 
ram ; my second shot had hit him, and he had only moved about twenty 
yards after it. He had fallen when hidden by an undulation of the ground, 
and we had just missed him when we ran to cut the rams off. Dhe Khan 
