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made out with the glass one lot of cattle and 

 another of sheep on the rocky slopes opposite to 

 me — no chance of chamois here. Sure enough, the 

 old man returned to inform me that the game was 

 higher up. "But," said he, " it's a splendid place 

 when there is snow; " but as the chamois season 

 ends here with October,* this was no help to me. 

 We then climbed a ridge behind us, and my guide 

 pointed out a big, strong covert as a good place 

 for roe. "Then we'll draw it," said I. "But 

 you'll not be able to see anything." " Quite so ; 

 that is why I am going to stay up here, whilst you 

 go in with the hounds." Whether he drew it 

 conscientiously, I can't say ; but as I got near the 

 lower end of my ridge the hounds went away with 

 a hare at the bottom, and ran her over the 

 opposite hill — a pretty clear proof that they had 

 drawn close, as any hounds will find a roe much 

 more easily than a hare. 



I joined my Turk at the bottom, and sat down 

 to eat my lunch. Just as I was finishing my 

 pipe the hounds returned, and were coupled. 

 " Where shall we go now ? " I asked. " Home," 

 was the answer ; and, on ascertaining that the 

 choice lay between a draw three hours' walk on 

 and hare-hunting, I agreed — the more readily as 



* Perhaps this is in the interests of the game ; but in those 

 of the sportsman, September 18 to November 30 would be far 

 preferable to August 18 to October 31, as at present. 



