CHAPTER IV 



SHOOTING ALPINE IBEX 



ALL through my visit to India I had been 

 longing to shoot wild goat in Cashmere. 

 Unfortunately, the condition of the 

 snow made an expedition at that time out of 

 the question. 



I was naturally overjoyed, then, when the 

 King of Italy invited me to stalk Alpine Ibex 

 in the Italian Highlands. 



In the middle of August my aide-de-camp 

 and sporting comrade, Lieutenant von Zobeltiz, 

 and I started from Breslau for Italy. We 

 had chosen the hottest day of a hot summer. 

 The journey from Breslau to Milan reminded 

 us uncommonly of the Passage of the Red 

 Sea. From Milan we took a branch line to 

 Aosta. There we were greeted by one of his 

 Majesty the King's adjutants. 



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