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While the bear was being skinned, I had carefully noted a sheltered grassy 
spot as a most likely place for them to resort to when they came down again 
from the hill-tops,. I had kept this to myself, and hoped to astonish the shika- 
ris by sighting the poli here at a very long range. However, I was disap- 
pointed, and by midday we had covered almost every bit of ground with the 
glasses and found nothing. Sitting down, we had a consultation as to where 
they could have got to, I could hardly think that they had been so terribly 
frightened as to cross the hill-tops. ‘‘ Khoda janta,’’ said Rakhmat mourn- 
fully, “ you, however, would fire at that bear.’’ After a few hours’ rest we got 
out the glasses again ; no traces of the poli could we find, and it became time 
to start for camp. On our way down the nulla we stopped every few minutes 
to use the glasses as some fresh bit of ground revealed itself, I was feeling 
heartily sick of this work, which seemed quite hopeless, when I heard a 
whistle from Rakhmat, who had taken a line of his own, some distance off. 
Running up to him, I found him propping up the telescope on stones, and lay- 
ing it as one lays a field gun, ‘“ I’ve found them,” said he, beaming all over 
and evidently very proud of himself ; and very good reason he had to be so, 
The rams were lying down among boulders high up on a hill, behind which 
the sun was setting, The light was atrocious, they were so far off as to be 
mere specks even through the telescope, and it was only after a most care- 
ful examination that one could see that they were beasts at all. My spirits, 
which had gone down below zero, rose again, and even a blizzard which we 
had to face the whole way home failed to damp them. 
This snow storm was the beginning of some very bad weather. For seven 
days we were shut up in our camp. Sometimes it stopped snowing for a few 
hours, and the sun shining through the thick fog melted the snow which had 
fallen, The usual thing, however, was a howling icy wind and a storm of 
snow which more resemble fine white dust than anything else. My very small 
stock of literature had been exhausted long before, and time hung very 
heavily on my hands, I wrote, I played “ patience,” I tried to read the same 
book over for the third time, I sewed buttons on my clothes, and patched 
holes in them. «I even went so far as to cut all the buttons off one coat so as to 
have the pleasure of putting them on again, There is nothing more wearying 
than being snowed up for several days in a small tent ; but it is an experience 
that any man that shoots hill game must expect to go through. However, 
all things come to an end some time or other, and at last one morning I 
woke to find it a beautiful day. Off we started at once to look up the big 
ram, and we sighted the flock almost as soon as we entered their nulla, They 
were on ground which at first sight looked very favourable for a stalk. It 
was easy to approach under cover, and the wind was blowing steadily in our 
faces, There was one thing I did not like about the place at all however. Tt 
was just at the junction of two branch nullas, each of which terminated a 
short distance up in big glacier. I have noticed that in such places there are 
