IX A German First of September 487 



my brow burning with the brand of Vulpicide. 

 However, when in Turkey, do as the Turkeys do 

 (they would have done so under the circumstances, 

 doubtless) ; and raising a feeble whoo-hoop, I soon 

 had the whole line round me again, wondering at 

 my good luck, and condoling with me over the 

 supposed nervousness which had deprived me of 

 the glory of shooting two foxes in one day. 



They were certainly right. Foxes must be killed 

 somehow, and hunting in that country is perfectly 

 out of the question ; but still one did not like the 

 idea of the thing. 



Our next noble game, as we went down the 

 wooded side of the ravine, were two or three 

 wretched squirrels, which were knocked off the 

 branches and bagged in triumph, not by me, I 

 am happy to say ; but at last, seeing the way the 

 game was going, I got resigned, and made up my 

 mind to shoot everything I came across, from a 

 tom-tit to a tinker's donkey. 



I really had had no idea of the existence of 

 such beautiful forest scenery in Germany as that 

 in which we soon found ourselves, so different from 

 the wearisome pine forests, with the ground covered 

 with the dead brown needle -leaves, and the trees 

 standing so closely together, and so like each other, 

 that one cannot see twenty yards on any side, or 

 find the way back when the beaten path is left for 

 the same distance. Here the beech woods were 

 perfect ; the emerald -green mossy turf, relieved in 



