272 IN THE LAND OF THE BORA. 



proved the correctness of my theory, and I started 

 off after the herd. 



I have said that their route lay up and round 

 the Zeleni Pas, and also that this cliff was barely 

 united to the main hill. My first idea was to go 

 right up the steep snow-slope to the cleft between 

 it and the main hill, in the hope of getting a shot 

 from thence. Fortunately, before I got halfway 

 up I began to get very sick of the snow, and of 

 the constant effort and care required, as a slip 

 would have sent me right down to the end of the 

 slope, and probably over the cliffs there too. I 

 therefore decided to follow the herd exactly, 

 though it seemed impossible that they would go 

 up wind without keeping a good look-out in the 

 rear for what had disturbed them. Once I struck 

 the rocks, it was nice going ; the grassy terraces 

 were wide and easy, though I would not have 

 gone to the edge and looked down for a trifle. 

 Expecting to come on the game there, I secured 

 the dog to my bag and started stalking. I went 

 right round the conical peak without seeing any- 

 thing, and just as I felt inclined to give up, the 

 dog, who had got loose, joined me. Keeping him 

 in to heel, I went a little further, and all at once 

 I saw the herd on the big snowfield below me. 

 Drawing back, I fastened the dog to my alpenstock 

 with the sling of my gun, and wormed myself out 

 on to a flat projecting rock. Yes, there they 



