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glade towards me, followed a minute or two later 

 by another couple. I hoped to see all these again, 

 and should have done so, no doubt, but our two 

 Turks, instead of going well down, kept along the 

 top, and enabled the herd to break back. Vica 

 went off on one line, and two of my hounds on 

 another. 



A few minutes later I heard Dinah's vengeful 

 voice below me, and presently a flock of Alpine 

 crows (a sort of yellow-billed chough) began 

 wheeling about and cawing down the couloir 

 to my left. Mindful of rooks and a hunted fox 

 at home, I peered down the cliff and saw a 

 single chamois coming up best pace. I promptly 

 got myself into position to command the nearest 

 and best place on the couloir ; and, as luck would 

 have it, he paused there to look back, when a 

 bullet through the heart sent him rolling down 

 almost to where Dinah, mute from the excite- 

 ment of the view and the steepness of the 

 hill, and also surrounded by a mob of crows, 

 was following on his line. This ended the 

 beat, and the rest was blank. The view from 

 my post across the gorge to the quaintly placed 

 village of Lukomir, on the very edge of the 

 opposite cliffs, was very fine. We were now 

 within a very short walk of the Bosnian frontier. 

 Over my head I counted no less than twelve 

 vultures sailing in circles, and yet the buck had 



