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stands, which were pointed out by old 

 Kollio, the Albanian, so well known to all 

 who have shot here. The beat was a short 

 one. For a moment we had hopes, but the 

 shouts were only due to the successful 

 attempts of a deer to break back, and all 

 that passed the guns was a fox, whom H. 

 very properly spared. We now started 

 back towards our landing place, and in 

 a bottom Kollio posted us again, H. in 

 a thicket, and myself in an open glade 

 beyond. 



By this time I had seen a good deal of the 

 ground, and practically made up my mind 

 we were on a wild-goose chase. It was not 

 without some experience of the matter that 

 I thus expressed myself in a recent work : ^ 

 "The boar loves quiet, and is assuredly not 



^ In the Land of (he Bora^ p. 370. 



