244 IN THE LAND OF THE BORA. 



beeches, the tent was pitched, and thirty paces 



behind it I had a hut built for our servant. The 



tent looked down the valley, and behind the trees 



which closed this in at its lower end rose the 



bare peaks of the Cervan Kange, then still 



streaked with snow. The first time we visited 



the spot " Waldmann," disappearing in the wood, 



gave tongue, and directly afterwards a doe broke 



within twenty yards of me. He had not seen 



one for two good years, and he was not fated to 



see another ; for, being accidentally locked out one 



night at Lakat, the poor old fellow was so terribly 



mauled by a wolf that he died next day. So we 



went but sadly into camp. 



