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reported, but I could not wait for the drive that took 

 place the following week. 



After two days rest at this delightful country- 

 house, I started again, and completed my journey 

 right across Bosnia, reaching Livno, a small town 

 close to Dalmatia, on the night of the 25th of July. 

 The local forester had me up at one o'clock next 

 morning, and we started at two in a springless ladder 

 waggon. This cart took us as far as it could go, to the 

 foot of the detached range known as the Kamesnica, 

 where horses were waiting. Then we rode as far as 

 they could go also, and then started climbing. A 

 first short beat was blank, and then we scrambled 

 on to a higher ridge. It was very hot, and, leaving 

 the forester on guard, I went to sleep. Before long 

 the shouts of the beaters woke me, and I at once 

 saw a chamois, which he had not noticed, standing 

 in some scrub about four hundred yards away. Put- 

 ting my glass on the spot I made out another, and 

 also a kid. They soon bolted off upwards, when I 

 also saw a second kid. As we had a man above they 

 were bound to come to me, and did. Indeed I am 

 inclined to think if I had not shown myself inten- 

 tionally they would have come right over me, and as 

 it was, they were not five yards away. 



These chamois are interesting as being a completely 

 detached and isolated herd. My inspection of them 

 (there was but one more — a crippled doe — in the beat) 

 convinced me they were fast approaching extermina- 

 tion, and I am glad to think that in consequence of 

 my representations the Kamesnica range has now 

 been made a sanctuary. Unfortunately it is exposed 

 to the raids of Dalmatian poachers, who care little 

 for the Bosnian game-laws. These chamois, being so 



