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my name called, I went on, and was informed 

 that two chamois were still before us, having 

 taken to the cliffs, here unsurmountahle even by 

 them. Accordingly we took post in line, and a 

 gendarme got up two hundred feet without seeing 

 anything. Discharging his carbine had also no 

 effect, and finally we had to leave them where 

 they were — a result I had from the first antici- 

 pated. Whether they were really lying in some 

 hollow of the cliff, or whether they had found 

 a way out unperceived, I cannot say, but I have 

 seen others ascend these cliffs where it seemed 

 absolutely impossible they could do so. The 

 second — a woodland — beat was blank ; and I ex- 

 pected no better result, the weather being much 

 too fine and hot for the game to lie so low down, 

 though of course there might have been roe. 



That night our camp was in the Velika 

 Poglizza, a forest-surrounded plain some miles 

 to the westward. As, of course, I had not moved 

 my camp for one night, I also occupied one of 

 the little tents, and found it very uncomfortable, 

 as I could not stretch out my limbs in it. More- 

 over, it was such a very cold morning that about 

 half-past four I could stand it no longer, but 

 made my way to the camp fire to have my last 

 hour's sleep. 



That day there was to be only one beat, as 

 his Excellency had the six hours' ride to Mostar 



