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a mile along the ridge, downstream, and finally 

 lie posted me at a pass where he told me any pig 

 or bear on the hillside was sure to cross to the 

 other valley. 



Before long I heard the voice of Duran en- 

 couraging the hounds, but it was not till they 

 were about halfway up the hill that they opened. 

 As the hunt continued my hopes of pig lessened, 

 and presently it was evident, from the way the 

 chase kept along the hillside, that it was a roe. 

 Hounds were still running, when the old man 

 left his post and came towards me, at the same 

 time calling to Duran. This proceeding put an 

 end to any possible chance of a shot, and after 

 a final double upstream, the cry died away in the 

 opposite direction. When Duran reached us he 

 told us he had seen the deer — a fine buck with 

 good horns. Altogether it was most provoking, 

 and not the least part of the annoyance arose 

 from the fact that the hounds were gone. I 

 had been sitting in the snow so long that I was 

 chilled to the bone ; but fortunately there was 

 plenty of resinous wood about, so that we soon 

 had a roaring fire going by which to eat our lunch. 

 At the end of an hour Harmony turned up, but 

 the rest of our proceedings that day consisted 

 principally in hanging about waiting for hounds 

 which never came. xVt last we descended to the 

 Narenta, and Duran went back down it for a final 



