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yards. (On another occasion I watched my uncon- 

 scious spouse eating her lunch outside the tent from 

 thence — with the glass of course.) One at least of 

 the rams had been lying in low cover, and therefore 

 was perfectly safe, the hill being too high to be 

 overlooked from any adjoining point. Considerably 

 disgusted, I made off down the hill, passing on the 

 way one of those trees here common, which at that 

 season are covered with little apple -like fruit — or 

 rather, I should perhaps say, with fruit like large 

 haws, but of a yellow colour. Here the moufflon had 

 been busy, for every fallen one had been eaten, and 

 the ground stamped about in their search for the 

 delicacy. A Turk who was going to Papho for supplies 

 for us that day said the moufflon were like sheep after 

 the fruit near the villages, but whether this was the 

 kind of fruit he meant I do not know. This, at any 

 rate, though nowhere plentiful, is scattered every- 

 where through these woods. 



It might have been thought that I had had my 

 share of bad luck by now, but on the following day 

 fortune was still more cruel to me. Having noticed 

 that Jerome was somewhat careless about keeping 

 near me when he was carrying my rifle, I had him 

 cautioned on this point by Theodore before I left 

 camp, and we started, turning up the first lateral 

 valley of any size below us on the right bank of 

 the river. This valley, which is a very short one, 

 has a glen running out of it to its left, and this glen 

 is one of the last originating in the long ridge called 

 Eloeon Muti, which runs from the before-mentioned 

 watershed almost to the Ayias river. We climbed 

 the left side of the valley, and reached a point 

 overlooking the ravine. Here, about half-past nine, 



