SHOOTING IN ALBANIA. 61 



the rest and a glass of porter make ! I have often 

 known a nearly empty bag at luncheon, prove to 

 be the best filled at the counting at the termination 

 of the day's sport. 



On we go, and, steadied by our morning's work, 

 shoot in much better order than at first starting ; 

 the glorious bag increases, — no time to count, 

 — the cocks fall by dozens, an occasional hare 

 varies the sport, perhaps a deer or another boar. 

 In the midst of the fray, a halt is called; and 

 a difficult matter it is to halt a party in such 

 a high state of excitement. A halt ! why ? 

 *^ What are we stopping for ?" exclaimed at once 

 a dozen voices. In the rear a disturbance is 

 heard, and wrangling. Perhaps some rash Alba- 

 nian has ventured to beard a party of sixteen 

 double-barrelled guns. They are daring fellows, 

 but generally will do no mischief, although I have 

 known instances where considerable management 

 was required, as well as command of temper, to 

 prevent bloodshed. At last a shout of terror is 

 heard ; then voices in serious altercation. All 

 those nearest proceed as quickly as possible to 

 the spot. We guess the cause, and prepare 

 for a stormy debate. An Albanian has drawn his 



