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time and found our dozen friends still feeding and now 
200 yards ahead. 
A second inspection at this shorter range showed that 
while the horns of the two rams were approximately equal 
in length, yet one of the pair displayed a far bolder 
“spread.” Him, of course, I selected for my trophy. 
Friendly clumps of canes enabled me to creep forward 
to the deadly ioo-yard range; yet, even so, the shot made 
was a poor one. The bullet struck 4 inches too low, 
just at junction of fore-leg with shoulder. Should excuse 
Aiming with Telescope-Sight. 
be needed, remember that there was absolutely nothing 
solid to sit on. The process of perfecting an aim demands 
some few seconds ; and during those seconds I was sinking 
deeper and deeper into slime. Quaking bog boiled, bubbled, 
and fretted around, and already a greenish fluid had risen 
above my belt — even a cracksman at Bisley might be 
disconcerted ? 
The shock of course knocked the animal over; but, 
soon recovering his feet, he staggered after the flying 
herd. These, taking a course riverwards and presently 
wheeling inwards, actually passed between me and the 
ship behind, thus enabling my watching companions 
aboard to witness the striking incident that ensued. The 
stricken ram—one leg swinging useless from the shoulder 
