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CHAPTEE XXXII. 



Some days after my arrival, a Turk, by name Meho 

 Didic, was produced, who was said to be know- 

 ledgeable in the ways of the game. From subsequent 

 experience, however, I fear he was an old fraud. 

 He said he could take me to good ground for the 

 beagles, both for chamois and roe-deer. Now, at 

 that time I had no opinion at all of chamois- 

 shooting over dogs, though I am now prepared to 

 admit that it is a form of sport which, like so 

 many others, grows upon one. Anyhow, I put 

 myself in his hands, and on the appointed morning 

 started off. Although I have spoken of the little 

 hounds as " beagles," they are really part of Mr. 

 Allgood's unentered draft — harriers with a fox- 

 hound cross, standing about sixteen inches, and 

 just the thing for this country. Our way lay back 

 along the road we had come from Lakat till we 

 reached the spring I mentioned, when we struck 

 a forest path, which ended in forest without any 

 path, till finally we emerged on a ridge covered 

 with scanty pines. Here my Turk placed me, and 

 went on to draw back to me. Soon, however, I 



