IN THE LAND OF THE BORA. 2G9 



CHAPTER XXVIII. 



Whether I ever got another shot at those two 

 chamois is doubtful ; but certain it is that I only 

 twice again saw two together, and then they 

 disappeared. Possibly one was poached. 



My next day made me amends for this failure. 

 On one of his hunting days, we are told, Mr. 

 Jorrocks had cut himself in shaving, which he 

 considered " werry symptomatic" of sport. On 

 this principle (i.e. that the drawing of blood from 

 the sportsman is likely to be followed by that of 

 the game), I had every right to expect sport on 

 this occasion. The day before, when tightening 

 a tent-peg, I had brought the heavy mallet down 

 on an unnoticed line, which had diverted the 

 blow to my own physiognomy, almost entirely 

 depriving my nose of its cuticle. Nevertheless, 

 heedless of the risk of possible erysipelas from the 

 combined effects of a broiling sun and the snow 

 on my sore face (and, as a matter of fact, I did 

 suffer very considerably), I started at eight o'clock, 

 assuring my anxious spouse, who hated these 

 solitary expeditions, that I should be back to 



