338 IN THE LAND OF THE BORA. 



CHAPTER XXXIII. 



I have never been very lucky at anything, but I 

 must say my luck at Glavaticevo was, as far as 

 sport is concerned, more " dead out " than usual. 

 First of all came the failures just related ; then 

 -several unsuccessful attempts at an old roebuck 

 -which frequented the hill exactly behind my camp. 

 Ignorance of the ground spoilt my first chance 

 at him, for I posted myself at the southern end 

 of the wood, where, as I afterwards found out, it 

 was practically certain no deer would ever break. 

 The hounds ran him in the opposite direction 

 for some hours, being seen by a Turk at the Borke 

 Brook, having thus made a five or six mile point, 

 right into the Sanctuary. In a few days the 

 buck was back again, but I posted myself above 

 where he broke, and, to make a long story short, 

 I never even saw him, though Duran did re- 

 peatedly. Nor was my luck any better with 

 another buck which used a wood behind the village 

 of Dudle, at the lower end of the Grusca valley, 

 and which always beat me by keeping to the 



