THE LIFE OF MAMMALS 
Mirza Bai’s attention to them, when he immediately dropped like a stone, 
and, dragging me down, whispered, ‘Guljar, sahib.’ I got the rifle ready; 
but they had our wind, and scampered off. 
“We continued watching the two large poli, which were half a mile or 
so distant. They kept turning their heads up towards the rocks behind 
which we were, and the appearance their long, curving horns gave them 
was most weird. After a bit, they fed down into the bed of the ravine, and 
then, as we were hidden by its 
banks from sight, down we went, 
as hard as we could go. Care- 
fully we crept up, I walking in 
moccasins; but when we looked 
over they were gone. We went 
up the ravine a little way, and 
then saw them going slowly up 
the nullah about two hundred 
yards off. It was bare and stony 
going, and no cover; so it was 
useless following them. JI and 
Mirza Bai then took counsel as 
to what was best to be done, not 
that either of us could under- 
stand the other, as I cannot 
understand Turki, nor he Hin- 
dustani. However, by means of 
signs, I made him understand 
that we must climb up to the 
top of the ridge, and follow it 
ES = along to the head of the nullah 
GULJAR OR POLO's SHEEP. and then down, and hope to find 
some projecting cliffs to give us 
cover. It was tiring work, all shingle, which kept on slipping and giving 
to one’s feet; and then, when we got to what had looked like the top from 
below, we found that there was lots more still to climb. This happened 
over and over again. At last, however, we got to the real top of the ridge 
and followed it along to the head of the nullah, every now and then care- 
fully looking down to see if the poli were still there. At the head of the 
nullah there was a nasty descent; but some projecting cliffs gave us cover 
and we got down all right, and proceeded cautiously toward the spot where 
we had last seen the guljar lying. It was impossible to walk anything like 
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