IN THE LAND OF THE BORA. 299 



day we went north lie went south — to Ragusa, I 



believe. 



By the middle of September the weather, at 

 this elevation, turned cold, and we had our stove 

 brought into the tent. From that moment we 

 never were cold again, but often too hot. In fact, 

 we generally kept the door open. Five days later 

 the ground was white with frost at daybreak, and 

 we decided to move to a lower level. One last 

 day's sport, or rather three, may perhaps be worthy 

 of more particular mention. 



Having done all the stalking I cared to do in 

 the Velez, I decided on having one day with 

 beaters before going on to try my luck elsewhere. 

 At the same time I must confess that, as a rule, 

 driving deer or antelope is not a form of sport I 

 care for, and as far as chamois are concerned I 

 positively object to it, for three reasons — firstly, 

 that it disturbs and drives away the bulk of the 

 game; secondly, that the good bucks rarely or 

 never come to the gun; and, thirdly, the time 

 which one has for consideration when stalking 

 being wanting, it is almost impossible to pick out 

 from the herd the animal which ought to be shot 

 at. The result is that milch does form the bulk 

 of the bag. Even an old hand at chamois-shoot- 

 ing may fail to distinguish the sexes, so the 

 beginner can hardly be blamed for doing the same. 

 Of course no sportsman would shoot at an animal 



