After another wait, when the had gone safely away, we crossed over the valley. We found spot where the old ram had stalled, hiv tracks leading away, evidently at leisurely gait. Poor jojing was quite broken up. He declared that he knew the ram, hiy regular range, some miles away, from which he' must have beer warren doe she was) swaying horribly as she stoo®, with no face nothing left but rags of flesh and skin hanging below the eyes. She lurched and fell out of sight. The 22 bullet, taken out of its cartridge, looks little bigger than the. larger kind of air-gun slug. Discharged from a high-power rifle like the Savage, it is sure death to anything less' vulnerable than a hippopotamus. Sometimes the results appear dreadful, but really the soft-nosed bullet ig human a bad shot cripples" the animal enough to let one come up with it, [instead of leaving it to die slowly, for days. When we got down to the spot, we found teeth, blood and flesh scattered four and five fect away against the walls of the, little cave in which the d er had Namojing would not be! comforted for the, loss of the Biggest Head in years As for me—well, when you twice with a rifle sat down twice vith a typewriter to account for a doe—a barren doe—philosophy is reduced to this: Am I, or am I not, more tired already with the world than the {world is going to be tired of me?
But still I maintain that the liver of a roeder, applied internally, is no bad salve for a wounded ambi-
XV.—Hunting the Chukor Under Unpleasant Circumstances stampeded the day before, He was patriarch, rising 20, gone white all over with his years, and th finest head in the district "If only," said Namojing bitterly, "I were not 49 years old and far gone in opium, T would get you that ram to-day, I know where he has gone, but I cannot keep up with him, T cannot keep up with him."
We sat down on the hot fellside ty smoke and mourn, for I had conceived a great 1i less old. sinner—"I have fame," he ply of himself, "but and had no heart to be In such moments of emotional tension, T am fain to Took at my boots, of which I am very proud; they' came from Norway; but Namojing of old habit has roving eyes. All at once he stiffened. "Roeder," he said simply, and. pointed. I could see nothing, even when he pointed out a rock across the next valley. "I can see the red," he asserted. "Look through the glasses." I looked, and there jumped at once into view the shoulder and part of the head of a roeder. Taking the glasses down, I still could see nothing at Namojing led around the head of the valley in one last faint despairing cast for the old ram. We ended on top of the crag under which. the roeder lay, perhaps 50 feet below. Namojing was quite contemptuous of it—we could get it) at any time. Argali, he declared, were Ko ku-huai, which may be rendered as "most 'Godawful curious animals;" but roeder were stupid. "Why," he> said, "we could even cough here and' it would not be alarmed." We sat on while that fraudulent old shikari reavered from A day and a night of unremitting ain, the heavy kind that comes in the rainy season of dry climates, had soaked our tent, our belongings! trid ourselves. Ours was a tent the type used by the caravan men. 'The ridge is about six and a half cot from the floor, and there slope of eight feet' from the ridge the hem of the tent, for which reason it is called an_ eight-foot tent—there being: also 10-foot tents other sizes. The tent is 10- ided, two long panels forming the ides, with four small panels making a cart of apse at the back and four similar panels in front. The {two centre panels of the front oan bbe thrown open to make a wide, cool doorway in. hot weather. The fabric is a double layer of rough cotton loth. One can see speckled daylight through it, but withstands the wind nobly, whi in of it retains the heat of the fre in the doorway. There are two upright poles and a ridge pole, and the sides are pegged down at each' angle. Rain is negligible along the caravan routes, 20 that a material closely woven enough to shed a long. continued downfall ig not necessary.
Not only our tent, but all the [ground around it bad been soaked, so when the sun came out again, while my wife supervised the drying out of the baggage and her Jelothes, I took it upon me to shoot partridge for broth for the better restoration of warmth and contentment in the inside of us. There! ore, in these hills, two Kinds of partridge, one I-think the ordinary. partridge and one that which called the chukor partridge. The tone is rarely discovered until it
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