26 IN THE LAND OF THE BORA. 



to lift over each. Moreover, the dwarf vines 

 with their long trailing branches are by no 

 means easy to progress through, having due 

 consideration to the grapes, now nearly ripe. 



At last I reached a brae overlooking the valley, 

 and struck a rough path, or rather watercourse, 

 through high bushes. I followed this for some 

 way, when, to my disgust, it ended in a (dry) 

 waterfall with precipitous rocks. Eetracing my 

 footsteps very unwillingly, I struck another track, 

 which finally brought me down among the olive 

 trees. When we reached the sea the dogs rushed 

 madly in, so distressed were they. 



Five minutes later they had their drink, and 

 I mine. It was just eleven o'clock, and I felt a 

 bit beat, but a header in the sea put me right. 



After lunch I happened to peep out of the 

 tent, and noticed a wisp of sandpipers calling and 

 running on the beach just outside. I got my gun, 

 and, waiting till several of them got together, I 

 "browned" them, and bagged two; so that our 

 first Dalmatian "game" was literally shot out of 

 the tent window. At dinner that day they were 

 pronounced so excellent that the only regret was 

 there were not twice as many. 



That afternoon we had our first rain — a heavy 

 thunderstorm lasting nearly two hours, which was 

 followed by another the next morning from seven 

 to eleven, but the tent stood it well. 



