on that side of the valley and I every time we reached what seemed to be the summit, a new sector is loomed above us. We followed the tracks of the animals into a series of ravines which ran down nearly opposite side up the hill, and tried to drive them all, but it was taking a terrible form for our hunters and the animals escaped up the other valleys. My hunter did not sit on the hillside for an hour in the icy wind. His muscles shaking with cold and doubt growing that he could have hit a rapine even if it had stopped 50 feet from me. Harry saw a young bull go into a patch of cover on the bottom of the valley, when his hunter descended to drive it out, he saw a large bull raptine walking slowly up a ravine not 20 yards from me but over under the crest of the low hill when it was out of my sight. A little before dark we gave up the hunt and started home, we left the tops of the mountain by way of a deep ravine and which extended out to the main