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well as the various dialects of the different moun- 

 tain tribes, and was well acquainted with the country. 

 Being quite a youth, he generally went by the name 

 of " Chojack," (the Young One.) His office was 

 that of interpreter, and he was charged with the 

 care of five very handsome greyhounds and a pointer, 

 which fell into my hands by the fortune of war, and 

 furnished me with many a game dinner when nothing 

 else was procurable. 



We left Sugdidi early in the morning, crossing 

 the Ingur by the redoubt which was thrown up by 

 the Ottoman troops after they had forced the pas- 

 sage on the morning of the 7th November, when 

 poor Captain Dymock fell, shot through the heart, 

 whilst he was leading the column to the attack. 

 We buried him close to where he fell, under two 

 beautiful trees, covered with festoons of wild vine. 

 I stayed a few moments to take a hurried sketch of 

 a brave comrade's last resting-place, and then rode 

 on to Godova, on the coast, where we arrived about 

 three p.m. 



I was most hospitably received by an old colonel 

 of infantry, who, with his regiment, was left in charge 

 of some stores ; and in a marsh near the village I 

 killed a couple of pintail ducks, three couple of snipe, 

 and a bittern, and "Guimish," (Silver,) one of my 

 greyhounds, caught a hare. 



The country round about Godova is densely 

 wooded ; oak, ash, chesnut, walnut, and most kinds 

 of European fruit-trees seeming to grow indigenous 



