A DAY'S SPORT ON THE KRAMMETS BERG. 191 



a mouthful of bread, once more slung rucksack and 

 rifle over my back and set off. 



There was no time to lose ; the evening was draw- 

 ing in apace, and I had several miles before me. It 

 was quite dark before I entered the warm room of 

 Reitsch's house. Although I had that day been on 

 foot for near seventeen hours, I cannot say I was 

 desperately tired, such is the invigorating effect of 

 the mountain air. 



