A moment later we heard the goral leaping down the cliff not a hundred yards away.
The goral is a little mountain antelope, much like the chamois, only with straight horns.
After each dog had had a taste of the goral's blood we again climbed the cliff at the end of the meadow.
We would arrive to see the hounds dancing about the burrow yelping excitedly instead of having a goral at bay as we had expected.
On the way back to camp we saw a goral on the cliffs across the river.
One of the natives cut a leafy branch, placed the goral upon it and at the first cut chanted a prayer.
The goral had disappeared, and even Achi could not discover a sign of life upon the meadow.
We had not gone a hundred yards when the hunter shouted that a goral was running in our direction.
I lay flat on my back for a few minutes and got to my knees just as the goral appeared on the opposite cliff.
He tried to show the animals to me and at last I caught sight of what I thought was a goral standing on a narrow ledge.