TMV. 
THREE LEGGED 
BUCK. 
declared that the buck I killed was after all not the black 
buck of Kodakarnal ; that he had seen the Stmon Pure on 
the rocks l:)elow, whilst they were skinning the dead ibex, 
and that he has a white patch on his back *' same like cloth 
put there," and my cook corroborates this. The one I killed 
has a fine dark brown almost black skin with a grey saddle^ 
horns thirteen inches long, and eight and a half round the 
base — not a bad buck. 
On the 19th of June, [862, when shooting on the Pulnies, 
I killed the finest old saddle back that ever fell to my 
riBe. I was out after Sambur when I saw a fine old buck 
ibex lying on a rock under a tree, so I set to work to stalk 
him. To avoid making any noise 1 took off my shoes, but 1 
found be had moved from where I liad last seen him, and as 
I crept slowly and cautiously along the edge of the slope, I 
caught sight of him about fifty or sixty yards below me. I 
could not see his legs, and I was not certain whether he- was 
standing up or lying down. He was broadside on \ aiming 
low with the left barrel of my Laing I fired and heard the tell, 
saw him stagger and try to recover himself and then fiill over ; 
in his death struggles he rolled fifty or sixty yards further 
down, but his horns catching in a strong tuft of grass, stopped 
him from going right down into the low country. He was 
a magnificent old fellow. I could not make him more than 
forty inches at the shoulder, fair measurement. Shakespear 
in his book says that some have reached fifty inches, but 1 
think he must have been misinformed. 
I will finish my ibex sport with the stalk after the three- 
legged buck at Niuidgany. I will just notice that the crows 
here seem very fond of .settling upon animals. An old crow 
flew on an ibex I was stalking, and perching on its back 
