44 A FOURTEEN-POINTER 



Then we drove with the Head Forester to 

 the hunting country. 



The landscape was familiar and homelike, 

 pleasant hilly country which stretched, gradu- 

 ally rising, to the foot of the Sudeten. 

 These are very reminiscent of the dark Hartz 

 Mountains. 



Our way ran through a narrow, fairly steep 

 valley, wooded with beautiful fir-trees. Where 

 the sun's rays did not reach, it was cold, bitterly 

 cold! 



After a very enjoyable ride we reached our 

 destination. 



The rut was unfortunately at an end, so 

 they had enclosed a big thicket, in which, the 

 huntsman declared, were two fine stags. 



The Head Forester, a very merry and 

 capable huntsman, was certainly a prey to 

 misgivings as to whether it would be possible 

 to drive a stag out of this great, dense fir 

 thicket. 



We climbed into a butt, erected at the out- 

 skirts of the thicket on the edge of a large 

 piece of clearing. This clearing was a slope, 



