IN THE LAND OF THE BORA. .°>70 



I shouted to Duran to retrieve it, and went on, 

 calling the little pack to me. 



A hundred yards further on we came on the 

 scattered birds. The first to rise had too much 

 steam on for me, I suppose — anyhow, it went on ; 

 but the second, which tried a short flight in front 

 of a dog, was duly gathered. Number three ran 

 chuckling before another puppy, got just above 

 me, and then, rising, twisted right over my head. 

 Small wonder I missed him, for I never had a 

 more awkward chance ; but he had a second 

 shave, for a fine falcon, quite unheeding the 

 report of the gun, stooped at him. The partridge 

 dropped shrieking, but in safety, among the thorn 

 bushes. 



The firing had brought Dinah and Harmony on 

 the scene ; but they, after snuffing about a bit, 

 decided that they were not on in this act, and 

 disappeared again. I tried on for another hundred 

 yards, moved no more birds (no wonder this, 

 for the stone-hen is a bad runner at any time, 

 and a big hawk wheeling overhead is not likely 

 to improve matters), and then descended to the 

 road, and turned towards Kasici. I had not gone 

 very far when the cry of the beagles reached my 

 ear. They had got their hare on foot once more 

 in the bottom. I stood fast. 



My expectation that the hare would cross the 

 road was not disappointed ; nay, she did more, for 



