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which it took me a good five years to get rid, 

 and I don't want to try it again. 



The next evening, however, I walked down to 

 the marshes — nearly an hour's walk — getting there 

 at about five o'clock. I had not gone through 

 much of them before, to my delight, a snipe got 

 up, and, although they were rather wild, I managed 

 to get a nice little bag of longbills before dusk. 

 I then sat down for a bit, but though I saw plenty 

 of duck, I soon found out I was not in the right 

 spot to get a shot, as they all passed too high up 

 and too far to the eastward. 



As I was stumbling home in the dark, a waggon 

 full of Morlaks overtook me, and one of them who 

 spoke a little Italian offered me a lift, which I 

 was not sorry to accept, but I think I never had 

 such a rough drive. The roads in this district are 

 made by the simple process of removing all the 

 larger loose stones and piling them into dikes. 

 The smaller loose, and larger fixed, stones remain 

 and form the roadway. I had already been fairly 

 well bumped in Pelicaric's "shay," but that was 

 quite a joke to this, for the ponies rattled along 

 at a good pace, and springs there were none. I 

 can conceive no finer exercise for the liver. The 

 very flesh on my cheeks shook ; and had not our 

 Jehu come slowly off the top of the hill into 

 Pakostane village, I feel convinced we should all 

 have been shot out by the mere bumping. 



