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the professor, and get out our lunch. Besides 

 the six chamois we had seen, he had counted a 

 herd of eight going up to the main ravine above, 

 us. He positively asserted that the third shot 

 fired, i.e. my first, had struck the chamois, but 

 rather high and far back; and this was corroborated 

 by the beaters, a wounded buck having passed 

 through them and downwards. The fact of the 

 animal's descending so persistently in itself proved 

 the correctness of the story. 



We sat down to lunch under a fine pine tree, 

 on one of whose branches a bunch of misletoe 

 was hanging. I do not recollect ever seeing such 

 a thing before, but I frequently saw it growing 

 so afterwards in the Herzegovina. Hardly had 

 we begun lunch when, with a burst of music, 

 the dogs drove four roedeer down the glen 

 beneath us. Of course, it being the close season, 

 none of us moved ; but Bosco, who was behind 

 us, broke the leg of one, and the dogs caught it. 

 I was disgusted at the unsportsmanlike act, and 

 reported it to the forester in the evening. I 

 thought he took it very coolly, and no wonder, 

 for I believe he and his friend on the other side 

 of the ravine had shot two does. If this is (and 

 it is) the spirit the Forest Department brings to 

 bear on game preservation, the sooner the matter 

 is taken out of their hands the better. 



It was a thousand pities that we had come on 



