SHOOTING IN ALBANIA. 67 



some of his officers having been partakers of the 

 day's sport. She looks hke a model of a man-of- 

 war afloat in a large mill-pond. Near her is the 

 smart Ionian Government schooner, and perhaps 

 two or three smaller yachts. Gigs and dingys 

 are pulling about, and impart an air of liveliness 

 to what one might otherwise think a picture; 

 whilst close to the shore, which is clothed with 

 herbage and vegetation to the water's edge, is a 

 busy group of sailors assembled round a large 

 fire, near to which is the large six-oared whale- 

 boat, waiting to take the dogs back to Corfu. 

 Round about the fire is a profusion of carpet- 

 bags and dry clothes, ready for the toilette of the 

 sportsmen on their reaching the beach. Two 

 or three Albanians, armed to the teeth, are sit- 

 ting on their haunches at a little distance, con- 

 templating in silent wonder the, to them, utterly 

 unintelhgible scene. They cannot comprehend 

 why we should put ourselves to so much trouble 

 and inconvenience, and waste so much of that, 

 by them, highly prized article, gunpowder, for 

 the sake of a few woodcocks or hares. The for- 

 bidding countenances of these men, in which fe- 

 rocity and distrust are marked in most legible 



