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again for all the gorals in China, but Harry started 

 down at once. The animal again remained in its cave 

 until a beater was opposite the entrance and then shot 

 out like an arrow almost into Harry's face. He was 

 so startled that he missed it twice. 



I decided to abandon goral hunting for that day. 

 Na-mon-gin took me over the summit of the ridge with 

 two beaters and we found roebuck at once. I returned 

 to camp with two bucks and a doe. In the lower valley 

 I met Harry carrying a shotgun and accompanied by 

 a boy strung about with pheasants and chuckars. After 

 losing the goral he had toiled up the mountain again 

 but had found only two roebuck, one of which he shot. 



Our second wapiti was killed on November seventh. 

 It was a raw day with an icy wind blowing across the 

 ridges where we lay for half an hour while the beaters 

 bungled a drive for twelve roebuck which had gone into 

 a scrub-filled ravine. The animals eluded us by run- 

 ning across a hilltop which should have been blocked 

 by a native, and I got only one shot at a fox. The re- 

 port of my rifle disturbed eight wapiti which the beat- 

 ers discovered as they crossed the uplands in the di- 

 rection of another patch of cover a mile away. 



It was a long, cold walk over the hills against the bit- 

 ing wind, and after driving one ravine unsuccessfully 

 Harry descended to the bottom of a wide valley, while 

 I continued parallel with him on the summit of the 

 ridge. Three roebuck suddenly jumped from a shal- 

 low ravine in front of me, and one of them, a splendid 

 buck, stopped behind a bush. It was too great a 



