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another poli, I searched nulla after nulla ; some I drew blank, others 
contained only smail rams, At last one day I came to the mouth of a branch 
nulla near the foot of a pass leading into Afghan territory. The first 
four miles or so of this nulla were visible from where we stood, and the 
telescope revealed no signs of game, The local shikari now swore that 
there was no more grazing ground in the nulla than what we could see; 
beyond was only snow and stones. However,I had by this time acquired 
a thorough distrust of any information of this sort, so announced my 
intention of going on and seeing for myself, It turned out lucky for me 
that I did so, After goig a few miles up the nulla a lot of likely looking 
ground came into view, and before long Rakhmat had found a flock of ten 
poli lying down high up on one of the shale slopes. They were too far 
off to judge the size of the horns with any certainty, but one or two of 
them seemed good. Atabout three o’clock they got up, and, descending 
the hillside, began to graze their way towards us. Soon all but two were 
hidden by a piece of rising ground, and in a first rate position for a stalk ; 
these two had gone right down into the bed of the nulla, and, grazing there, 
quite commanded our line of approach. After waiting for about an hour 
in the vain hopes that they would join the rest, Rakhmat persuaded me 
to try and crawl over the hundred yards or so for which we would be in 
their sight, We managed this most successfully ; the two rams were so 
engaged on the young grass, which was just beginning to come up, that 
they never raised their heads. Once under cover, we lost no time in getting 
to the ridge behind which the remainder of the flock were, but I was rather 
disappointed to find that they were not quite so close as I had expected. 
Getting out the binoculars, I had a good look at them. One of them carried 
a magnificent head, out and away better than anything I had secured ; except 
for his back, which was light-grey, he was almost snow white, Another 
of the flock had a very fair head, the remainder being small. These two 
big ones were slightly apart from the rest of the flock. They were about 
250 yards off, and grazing among some boulders of exactly the same colour 
as themselves. The sun was in our eyes, and it was difficult to make out 
the rams. Rakhmat wanted me to shoot, but at the moment I had first put 
the glasses on the big head I had determined on no account to draw a trigger 
on him until I felt certain of hitting him effectively. I was explaining this 
in a whisper to Rakhmat, when suddenly the poli threw up their heads and 
dashed off up hill. Evidently we had nothing to do with their alarm, as 
they kept looking straight below them. Rakhmat, who was searching the 
ground below with the glasses, whispered “ wolf ” to me, and shortly after 
I made out the brute slinking away acrossa patch of snow. The poli were 
evidently very thoroughly alarmed, as, led by the old white ram, they made 
steadily up the hill without stopping until they crossed a ridge high up 
above us, 
