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summer — sitting up over the water-hole at daybreak. 

 There is no water anywhere else then, so they must 

 come there." 



That niofht saw me berthed once more on the old 

 Panhellenion, and the day after we once more thrashed 

 through a rough sea to Syra, carrying some hundreds 

 of reservists, volunteers, and refugees — all very sea- 

 sick. At Syra, contrary to my expectation, we found 

 the corresponding steamer awaiting us, and with 

 another chancre at Patras, I s^ot back to Corfu some 

 days under the fortnight, not dissatisfied on the 

 whole, but fully determined to give Antimilo and 

 those big heads another turn some other day. 



At Corfu I found a permit from the Greek Govern- 

 ment for me to shoot ibex on the island of Joura 

 awaiting me. Mr Gialeraki had also given me a 

 letter from a relative of his in the island of Skopelos 

 — the nearest steamer post to Joura. Unfortunately, 

 just as all my preparations were made, war was 

 declared between Greece and Turkey, which dis- 

 organised all steamship services and everything else, 

 so I had to give up my trip for the time and take 

 steamer to Trieste en route to England instead. 



