A DAY'S ROEBUCK DRIVING 



The spiders' webs are a great nuisance ; they 

 hang across the ride like miniature ropes, and catch 

 one's face at every step. It is lucky they are not 

 stronger, or one would run a risk of committing 

 involuntary suicide ! 



Two reports sound on the right, and then a 

 chorus of shouts from the beaters warns us that 

 something is coming our way. You catch a glimpse 

 of some yellowish-reddish-brownish object between 

 the fir trees. It is a roe, but z.geis> and you leave 

 her to go on her way unmolested. A little later 

 another doe, with a fawn, crosses our path ; and 

 then the wood comes to an end, and the first drive 



is over. The Prince has shot a hare, and M 



has missed one. 



The second drive is through a thick, low planta- 

 tion " certain to hold a buck," the forester assures 



us. The Prince and M are on the right flank 



again ; the Count and K have been posted 



forward ; and we are on the left. 



The beaters have hardly entered the cover before 

 a doe breaks our way ; and then a tremendous 

 whirring of wings follows, and a cock capercailzie 

 sails over our heads. What a splendid bird he is ! 

 How the sun lights up the green and purple sheen 

 of his glossy plumage ! and how bright is the ring 

 of vermilion round his eye ! We have a good look 

 at him, as he is only flying some ten yards from the 



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