was in his direction, but he came on, front within, or just I stopped on the summit of two opposite swells. What a shot! He was so close that I could have counted the rings on his arms; I can see out any time good home to, just the size we wanted for the group. But the hunter would not let me shoot. His heart was set upon the big fellow as some sheep - fully sleeping a mile away. Had I flicked the shot it would have seemed futile. "To me "a bird on the hand is worth more than two in the bush" is a motto which I have followed with good average success in hunting; and I was loath to let that Argali go even for the prospect of one big one across the valley. But I had learned to have a profound respect for the opinions of my friend's hunters. He usually guided right where I had found it safe to follow his advice. So we watched the sheep walk slowly over the crest of the hill. The Mongol did not tell me then, but he knew that the animal sheep was on his way to join its others and his silence cost me the big ram.