CHAMOIS HUNTING 



THE MOUNTAINS OF BAVARIA. 



INTRODUCTORY CHAPTER. 



ABOUT twelve years ago I went out for the first 

 time in my life to shoot deer. It was winter, and 

 every attendant circumstance had the delightful ex- 

 citement of novelty. As the woods whither we were 

 going were some distance off, the whole party assem- 

 bled betimes to a substantial breakfast. Then came 

 the departure in the light sledges ; each of us packing 

 himself up in furs, and his feet and legs in coverings 

 of sheepskin, to bid defiance to the sharp dry air, 

 that was piercing enough to penetrate through every 

 covering. Once off, the merry jingle of the bells 

 on the horses' heads, the flying snow-flakes as the 

 light-limbed Hungarian horses dashed on over the 

 smooth frozen surface the benumbed passers through 



