1 66 THE BURRELL. 



which they display later in the day, when, having appeased their appetites, they lie down to 

 rest and ruminate. 



It is not, however, under such enjoyable circumstances that the chase can always be fol- 

 lowed, and the hunter must make up his mind to encounter rough weather and undergo no 

 small amount of toil. 



In 1865, I was shooting in the country to the north of the Chor Hoti Pass, where I had 

 very fair sport both among Nyan and Burrell. 



On July 26th, while crossing from Keo into Leptel, I discovered two old male Burrell at 

 the opposite side of the latter stream. After going a long way round, I got above them, and 

 was nearly within shot when they moved off rather quickly : I waited until they had crossed 

 a ridge, and then ran down as fast as I could, but on reaching the place, the Burrell were 

 nowhere to be seen. I went on, much puzzled as to where they could have gone to, but at 

 last came close upon them in a small hollow. As they galloped off I shot the larger one dead, 

 but missed the other, my bullet striking just under him. The one I killed was a fine fellow 

 with very large and perfect horns, measuring twenty-five and a half inches in length ; his 

 head is capitally represented in the photograph. 



My camp was pitched a mile or two lower down the valley, and I had not been very long 

 in my tent when my Shikari came to say that he had seen some Burrell feeding on the flats 

 above the river. I went after them, and found that the flock consisted of about thirty, many 

 of them with fine horns. The main body of the flock was in a beautiful place for a stalk, but 

 as bad luck would have it, there were several stragglers above them. I was obliged to fire a 

 long shot at one of these, and hit him on the horn ; he was stupefied for a few seconds, and 

 then went off all right. 



The rest of the Burrell would not stop to look about them as they sometimes do, but made 

 a simultaneous rush for the cliffs which were just below. I fired a snap-shot into a group as 

 they reached the brink, but only broke the leg of one, which went away with the rest. I ran 

 as fast as I could, in hopes of seeing the flock standing somewhere lower down, but they had 

 disappeared. Another lot, headed by a very black old male, which had heard the shots, but 

 were not much disturbed, were coming up the cliff a little farther back ; as they seemed in- 

 clined to come in my direction, I lay down to watch them. They were coming straight towards 

 me when the cunning old black fellow, who was now last, suddenly turned back. I was so 

 savage with him for this, that I fired all four barrels at him, although he was fully two 

 hundred yards off: one of the shots broke his foreleg, and he went up to the flat above the 

 cliff, crossed a corner of it, and went down the cliff again. These cliffs rose nearly perpendi- 

 cularly from the Leptel river, and on looking over I could see the stream running hundreds 

 of feet below me : narrow ledges traversed the face of this awful precipice in various direc- 

 tions, and here and there were jutting rocks affording barely standing room to the most sure- 

 footed of animals. Along one of these ledges the wounded Burrell had gone, as drops of 

 blood testified, but he was not visible from the top, and I had to descend to a platform a little 

 way down. I now caught sight of the Burrell, who had made his way to a point of rock from 

 which even he was unable to move, except by retracing the difficult path by which he had 



