mous size of an _argali's_ body. There was an excellent
opportunity to compare it with a donkey's, for before we had
finished our smoke, a Mongol arrived driving two animals before him.
The sheep was about one-third larger than the donkey, and with his
tremendous neck and head must have weighed a great deal more.

After the ram had been skinned Tom and I left the men to pack in the
meats skin, and head, while we climbed to the summit of the pass and
wandered slowly home in the twilight. Major Barker came in shortly
after we reached the village. He was almost done, for his man had
taken him into the rough country north of camp. A strenuous day for
a man just from the city, but Barker was enthusiastic. Even though
he had not killed a ram, he had wounded one in the leg and had
counted twenty sheep--more than either Harry or I had seen during
the entire time we had been at Wu-shi-tu.

When we awoke at five o'clock in the morning, Torn stretched himself
very gingerly and remarked that the only parts of him which weren't
sore were his eyelids! Harry was still _hors de combat_ with the
strained tendon in his leg, and I had the beginning of an attack of
influenza. Barker admitted that his joints "creaked" considerably;
still, he was full of enthusiasm. We started off together but
separated when six miles from camp. He found sheep on the uplands
almost at once, but did not get a head. Barker was greatly
handicapped by using a special model U.S. Army Springfield rifle,
which weighed almost as much as a machine gun, and could not have
been less fitted for hunting in rough country. No man ever worked
harder for an _argali_ than he did, and he deserved the best head in
the mountains. By noon I was burning with fever and almost unable to
drag myself back to camp. I arrived at four o'clock, just after Tom
returned. He had not seen a sheep.

The Major hunted next day, but was unsuccessful, and none of us went
to the mountains again, for I had nearly a week in bed, and Harry
was only able to hobble about the court. On the 28th of October, Tom
and Barker left for Peking. Harry and I were sorry to have them
leave us. I have camped with many men in many countries of the
world, but with no two who were better field companions. Neither
Harry nor I will ever forget the happy days with them.

It was evident that I could not hunt again for at least a week,
although I could sit a horse. We had seven sheep, and the group was
assured; therefo