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how to proceed, for the wind kept blowing up 
the valley, and there was no time that day for 
a circuit, which would have taken us five or six 
hours to make. So we continued on our hope- 
less errand, quite prepared to see any sheep that 
might still be in front of us speed mercilessly 
away, when Taba suddenly stopped me, pointing 
towards a small grassy boulder, some 800 yards 
ahead of us. It stood at the very junction of the 
two streams forming the main river, which di- 
vided up two narrow rocky gullies. I crouched 
down, and soon found that we were in the pres- 
ence of another lot of fifteen rams, but could not 
tell whether they carried good heads or not. In 
any case it was probably my last chance for the 
day; so I beckoned to Taba to follow me down 
to the bed of the river, whose banks at this place 
were fairly steep, and, as I thought, might afford 
hiding for another few hundred. In five minutes 
we were out of sight of the herd, and found, as 
I had expected, that we might advance in this 
hurried aim at the one I took to be the oldest 
ram, I fired, and to my greatest surprise saw him 
stagger for a second. A moment after he had 
disappeared with the others over the nearest 
ridge. They gave me, however, a second chance 
—though a poor one, I must own—and the result 
was a broken hind leg for one of the smaller 
rams. 
“Taba now wanted to follow them up imme- 
diately, but I thought it wiser to wait, and not 
frighten the one I considered I wounded, in 
which case he would be separate from his com- 
panions, and probably lay down in some neigh- 
boring ravine, where we might stalk him again. 
So I caught my hunter by his coat and forcing 
him to sit down by my side, tried to explain my 
intentions to the little man, who kept repeating 
Baalou iok—which meant ‘Not wounded.’ Evi- 
dently his idea was to get another shot at the 
animals by making a dash to the ridge over 
which they had gone; this would have brought 
within shot of him. The brute was lying on the 
stones with his head toward us, evidently very 
sick. I loaded my rifle and was off in a second 
up the bed of the torrent, hiding where I could. 
But the animal was not dead yet, and as I was 
about to fire, got up slowly and started away. 
I ran on as fast as my legs could carry me, just 
in time to see him disappear round a boulder. 
Naturally my two shots were of no avail in the 
heat of the chase and breathless as I was. Again 
I followed on over the rolling stones. Luckily 
the banks were steep on either side, and the beast 
could only go along the bed of the stream. This 
headlong pursuit lasted about an hour, and it 
was not till I reached the very top of the gully 
that I saw my ram slacken his pace and lie down. 
Heavy loss of blood had greatly weakened him, 
and I can hardly tell which of the two was the 
most exhausted when at last I finished him at 
close quarters. His horns taped fairly well, the 
following being the measurements: Length along 

manner by keeping as close as possible to the 
right bank of the stream. In places we were 
obliged, in order to keep under cover, to wade 
knee-deep in icy-cold water; in others we had to 
crawl over the stones in full sight of the sheep, 
but happily only for a few seconds, till another 
slope hid us from view. The wind was still 
wrong, nevertheless I hoped that we might get 
within shot before the rams suspected anything, 
as they were some way above us. We soon found 
ourselves within 400 yards of them, but here 
ended the protective slopes, and we could ad- 
vance no further without being discovered. I 
took out my Zeiss to examine the herd from 
behind the last corner, and found that several of 
the beasts were quite shootable, though none of 
them carried first-class heads. They were quietly 
grazing toward us, and I could see no other solu- 
tion of the dilemma than to wait on the chance 
of their coming within shot. I explained my de- 
sign to Taba as best I could, but was met with 
a skeptical look from my companion, and the 
laconic answer, ‘Salkhyn yaman!’ which meant 
‘Wind bad.’ I was just thinking that the little 
man was perhaps right, and that we might be 
scented at any moment, when I saw him make up 
his mind and creep on in full view, carrying off 
my precious rifle. I could but follow him. 
“All went right for a hundred yards or so. 
We crouched motionless every two or three 
steps, watching the sheep with one eye, and with 
the other picking out the next large stone for a 
halting-place. At last a treacherous’ whiff 
brought them the forebodings of danger, and sud- 
denly lifting their heads they all began gazing , 
intently in our direction. No time was to be lost. 
Putting up the 200 yards sight, and taking a 
ST. GEORGE LITTLEDALE’S BIG HEAD. 
Spread of horns, 3814in. 
me to the place breathless and panting, entirely 
unfit to take aim. Moreover, he had not noticed 
the result of my first shot. In the meantime, as 
I sat low, the herd came in sight about a mile in 
front of us, making up a steep slope of shingle, 
and I found that its number had now increased 
to over thirty. Behind came my three-legged 
youngster, who was struggling hard to keep up 
with the others. My rifle had awakened the 
rumbling echoes of the valley, and several lots 
of ewes were galloping furiously up different 
slopes. 
“When they had all disappeared from view and 
calm was re-established, we started slowly up 
the grassy bank toward the place where our 
sheep had been feeding, and to my dismay found 
no blood tracks whatever. My companion’s 
triumphant look seemed to repeat Baalou tok, 
though I must acknowledge that he did his best 
to prove he was wrong. I felt quite humbled at 
the moment, and was the first to give up the 
search for invisible blood tracks. 
“Calling him away we made for a small stream 
and sat down to lunch. Of course, our thoughts 
turned upon the mess I had made of the whole 
business, and I believe we hardly uttered a word, 
when Taba, who was perpetually on the qui vive 
and constantly looking round about him, pointed 
up a narrow gully which led down to the place 
where we sat. I could only distinguish stones 
piled up one over the other, and presently spotted 
one which seemed more yellow than the others, 
about 300 yards off. Up went ‘Zeiss’ followed by 
an exclamation, Kotchkor! The tide had turned 
and this time the triumphant looks were on my 
side. We had been quietly sitting for the last 
half hour in full view of my wounded ram, nearly 
curve, 46 inches; girth at base, 1834 inches; 
spread, 25 inches.” 
Auction Sale of Old Arms. 
THE auction sale of the Edward Field collec- 
tion of American and foreign antique firearms, 
swords, war relics, stone weapons, curios, etc., 
will be conducted by Messrs. C. F. Libbie & Co., 
646 Washington street, Boston. There are 286 
articles enumerated in the catalogue. Many of 
the firearms are of and about the period of the 
Civil War, while others are of ancient foreign 
make in numerous patterns and mechanisms. The 
pistols are specially noticeable for their number 
and variety—horse, carriage, flint-lock, pin-fire, 
blunderbuss, percussion, Italian duelling, magi- 
cian’s, dragoon, blunderbuss pattern, etc.—while 
the rifles are in quite as numerous variety and 
date, both sporting and military, with many styles 
of equipment which go with them, such as sword 
bayonets, cartridge boxes, etc. Several ancient 
flint-lock blunderbusses of iron and steel, a num- 
ber of Filipino and Indian and Arabian weapons 
and swords of different kinds are also enumer- 
ated. Many of them are highly ornamented with 
inlaid work in silver and gold. 
Quail on Long Island. 
Eastport, L. I., April 5.—Editor Forest and 
Stream: We have set out twelve dozen and ex- 
pect six dozen more quail this spring. For the 
past three years we have put out eighteen dozen 
every spring and our preserves are quite well 
stocked; our members have been careful not to 
kill off too many, which is a great help. 
GEoRGE FE. JANTZER. 
