340 CHAMOIS HUNTING. 



mon Sense yields to the pretty coquetry and winsome 

 ways of Fancy, and believes, and even sees, all that 

 she has been archly whispering in his ear. 



The lines I have here attempted to render in English 

 verse, are written in the original in a Bavarian dialect. 



Chamois punter's Soliloquy 



" HA ! what a glorious deep ravine ! 



Hence I can see far round : 

 Here on this spot I '11 sit me down, 



A better can't be found. 

 A chamois must be up among 



Those latschen near yon blocks ; 

 And if he cross to yonder slope, 



He must pass down those rocks. 

 And down below I track'd a stag 



As big as any cow : 

 He too will soon be on the move, 



And here I 've chance enow." 



So there the Hunter takes his seat, 



The hours roll by apace, 

 And thinks of all that might appear, 



At such a famous place. 

 If only he 'd a little luck ! 



If but a lynx would come ! 

 " Old Johann once did shoot one so, 



And here I know are some. 

 A lynx ! Ay, that 's not easy though, 



The surface is but small." 

 Then he takes aim, and thinks that he 



Could hit one with a ball. 

 " And Michael too, just such a place 



'Twas where he saw the bear ; 

 Now if he came and trudged along 



Right down the pathway there, 

 He 'd get knock'd over the ravine : 



What would our Ranger say ? 

 And how they 'd question me, and stare ! 



There 'd be fine work that day ! 



