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could not light a pipe. Fortunately, we landed safely 

 below the Monastery, which gives the point we had 

 steered for its name, and climbed the hill to the shore 

 of the great Butrinto Lake. The day was too thick 

 for the scenery to be at its best, but every now and 

 then we caught sight of snow -clad mountains and 

 of masonry -topped hills, but which of these latter 

 corresponded to the "lofty Buthroton" of Homer I 

 cannot venture to say. The first beat only produced 

 a roe, which broke up over the ridge unshot at, pass- 

 ing right through a line of wood - carrying women. 

 The lake was covered with duck, which kept at a 

 safe distance from shore. Good sport is to be had 

 with them at the outflow of the lake at times, 

 especially in the form of "flighting" at sunset. 



For the next beat we crossed over to the sea, and 

 in doing so came on the same roe. I snapped at him, 

 but fruitlessly, at a hundred and fifty yards' range, 

 and nothing but this roe was found in this beat, 

 when, needless to say, he broke back. All that passed 

 me was a wild cab, at which, of course, I did not fire. 

 Then followed a small and unpromising beat, which 

 was quite blank. During this, our party was rein- 

 forced by a sulky-looking zaptieh, who had not even 

 a good-day for us Christian dogs, whose two francs 

 he would, however, have pocketed at the end of the 

 day, had we not got rid of him by a stratagem. To 

 reach our places for the fourth beat we had a long and 

 rough walk along the lake, but not long after we 

 were posted shots were heard, and we were requested 

 to move towards the sea, an enormous solitaire having 

 been seen in that direction. He had moved ofl*, how- 

 ever, and we ate a somewhat depressed lunch. Next 

 time we had another long walk along the rocky shore, 



