BUG HEE DAY, 143 
brother-in-law and I at once set off again and drove to the 
shooting-lodge in the Fruska-Gora along the now familiar road. 
The other gentlemen stayed on board to rest, only Brehm 
being absent; and for his arrival, as I have already said, we 
unfortunately could not wait, so for to-day we remained in 
ignorance of his achievements. 
It was a glorious afternoon, and the view from the high 
plateau of the outlying mountains, lit up by the evening sun, 
was a splendid sight. We arrived at the shooting-lodge 
without any mishap or interesting experiences, and Count 
Chotek, who had kindly accompanied us thither, now sug- 
gested that we should still try a stalk after roe. 
To my brother-in-law was assigned a meadow lying in 
front of the lodge, so, accompanied by the forester, he 
climbed up the hill through a dark beech wood, while my 
route led me along charming glades and streams to a large 
clearing. The sun was sinking, the shadows lengthening, 
and the last remnants of the daylight were struggling 
with the gathering night, the birds had all ceased to sing, 
the crickets had begun to chirp, the bats were flitting 
around us, and the head forester was just recommending 
me to turn back, when I saw a roebuck standing in a little 
meadow at the edge of a beech wood some way off. I stalked 
up pretty close, and tried to aim as well as I could, though 
it was already rather dark. The rifle cracked, and the roe 
took a short sweep round, and then vanished into the depths 
of the wood; but though I thought it was slightly wounded, 
the search made for it the next day by the keepers proved a 
complete failure. 
I now hastened down to the valley, where I met my 
brother-in-law, who had seen no roe, but had been lucky 
enough to kill with a good rifle-shot a fox which was out 
mouse-hunting. As it had now got quite dark we returned 
to the shooting-lodge together, where our very kind host, 
