needed for two, now it was my first chance at an argali. But the sympathetic bed hunter patted me on the shoulder and said "But you go in your mind. They are small restaurants -- not worth seeing" But they seemed very much worth taking to me and all the light seemed to fade out of the world." I smoked a cigarette or two but that was no consolation in it and I followed the hunter around the peak on a well beaten trail to the opposite side of the valley with a heart as heavy as lead. I was very keen for a sheep I had not all hope of getting me that day. I half an hour we sat down for a look around, I had gone over every ridge & ravine without seeing any sign of life. The hunt had found that dead disappeared as completely as did me of the yawning gorges had swallowed them up. The great valley, bathed in golden evenlight, was deserted and as silent as the tomb. I was also just tearing the wrapper off a piece of chocolate when the hunter "touched" me on the arm & said quietly "Pan-yang-li" (a sheep has come). He pointed down to a ridge running out at right angles to the line in which we were sitting but I could see nothing. I still