336 IN THE LAND OF THE BORA. 



very cold, for the hut only had half a roof, 

 and the wind whistled in everywhere. 



At daylight we were off, and as we started 

 it began to rain. After a short walk we came 

 out on the GrusCa ravine, above the spot where 

 we had seen the herd the day before. The sun 

 was rising in angry redness. No time was lost ; 

 we took post, and the hounds were uncoupled. 

 They found at once, but unfortunately ran back. 

 The sound of their music disturbed another herd 

 of nine beyond our posts, and these went out at 

 the top. This was a bad beginning. Neverthe- 

 less, as soon as we had recovered the hounds we 

 went on and took post again. Again the hounds 

 were put into covert, when down came the most 

 awful blinding, deafening rain. In its lulls I 

 could hear hounds running ; in fact, the place 

 was alive with chamois and roe. But against 

 such weather no one could strive. As soon as 

 I could collect the little pack I gave the word 

 for home, and walked on for four hours, cold, 

 hungry, wet, fagged out, and wretched, through 

 the rain, which changed to snow later on. 



At last at three o'clock I reached the tent, to 

 find a cheery fire and a hot bath waiting, and food, 

 the first thing I had eaten that day, except a 

 hard-boiled egg at daylight. 



This was by no means my last visit to the 

 Grusca ravine, nor my last outing with Joso and 



