230 IN THE LAND OF THE BORA. 



estimated at three years old. Singularly little 

 other game was seen during the beat. I fancy 

 three wild cats, as many hares, and a few stone- 

 hens made up the list. But whilst the beat was 

 in progress we had been "taken in reverse" in 

 the most impudent manner. Two wolves attacked 

 the sheepfold before mentioned and carried off a 

 kid. The cries of the women and the barking of 

 the dogs were plainly audible to the sportsmen in 

 the second line of guns. 



The next step was to descend to the knoll of 

 Komic, where the Austrian colours were floating 

 in the breeze. Here an excellent lunch from the 

 hotel and plenty of drinkables were awaiting us. 

 During our meal we and our quarry were photo- 

 graphed from every point of view. It was a 

 decidedly cheery and garrulous band that started 

 down the hill a couple of hours later. Some rode 

 and others walked, I personally choosing the 

 golden mean of walking down the steep part, and 

 then riding on. At Mirichan we found a gaily 

 ornamented artillery waggon waiting. There, 

 midst flags, streamers, and green branches, poor 

 Bruin was placed, his head and paws gracefully 

 arranged over the tailboard, and we started back 

 for the town. 



So ended a shoot which I look upon as 

 memorable for two reasons. Firstly, it was the 

 first royal shoot in which I ever took part ; and, 



