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Next day our first Cypriote Turk ^ from the village 

 of Asproyia put in an appearance, and begged me to 

 go shooting with him, as he could show me plenty 

 of moufflon. He had just been with an English officer 

 for twenty days and shown him plenty of game, but, 

 unfortunately, the visitor had not been able to hit 

 them. In proof of this statement he produced a '500- 

 bore Express cartridge-case. He seemed to be a man 

 of sense, as he brought with him plenty of bread, 

 wine, and other necessaries loaded on a donkey, so I 

 agreed, and next morning he started with Jerome and 

 myself Hussein, for such was his name, was hardly 

 dressed for stalking, for he wore a red fez, with a blue 

 turban round it, a blue-and-white striped shirt, and 

 spotless white breeches, which last, however, he 

 covered up with a dirty cloth when at work. Nor 

 was he above discarding his head-dress and knee- 

 boots at critical moments. 



We went southwards, and in about an hour and 

 a half moved some moufflon ewes, which I personally 

 only heard. At noon, in a ravine under the hill which 

 goes by the name of Kalokoerinos, the Turk spotted 

 a single ewe, which I entirely failed to pick up 

 with the glass, and, if it had not been for my having 

 found the big ram two days before, I do not know 

 what my men would have thought of me. Later on 

 Hussein, who was very anxious to show me sport, 

 sent Jerome on to post me whilst he tried what in 

 Austria is called riegeln — in other words, that form 

 of driving in which one or two beaters move game 



1 Really I believe the people of this village are what is known as 

 " Linobambaki," neither Christian nor IMohammedan, but dressed like 

 Turks. They are said to be, or descended from, compulsory converts to 

 Islam. At all events these fellows drank all they could get. 



