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Indian friend, but more yellow. The fifth 

 and sixth beat we had already taken the 

 first day, and both were blank, save of 

 woodcock. 



Next day's daylight saw us under way for 

 Corfu, unanimously agreed that we had had 

 the worst of luck, but conorratulatino^ our- 

 selves at having, at least, no discreditable 

 misses to own to. 



Now, at the risk of being told that every 

 fool is born a critic, may I be allowed to 

 point out the reason why we failed, and 

 why everyone is likely to fail who goes to 

 Albania boar-shooting, and puts himself un- 

 reservedly in the hands of the natives. 

 First, it is almost unnecessary to say (as I 

 have said it in print before) that, with the 

 sole exception of the wolf, the boar is the 

 most difficult animal to drive ; and yet there 



