ISO HUNTING WITH DOGS. 



almost forgets its habitual calm in these short 

 bursts of Berserker fury. So close did the white 

 waves come to our fragile hut, that we began to 

 tremble lest the sea should wash through the ground 

 floor (our only floor), as it had done once last 

 winter ; and in the middle of the night old Zizda, 

 pressing close to the wall outside for comfort from 

 the keen wind and driven spray, pushed his way 

 right through the lath and plaster, and appeared 

 wet and unceremonious by my bedside. Whether 

 he found it much warmer inside than out I very 

 much doubt. It must have been very bitter outside 

 if he did. But by morning, though the waves 

 were still white below, a bright sun was shining, 

 and the rain-drops had been dried off the grass. 



We gave the sun another hour or two to 

 complete his good work, and then, at about nine, 

 started for the forest with our pack. 



The method of procedure was simplicity itself. 

 Once in the forest each dog went whithersoever he 

 pleased, and the whole team, cruising about at 

 random, at last hit on the track of something and 

 gave tongue. Then, with our ears only to lead us, 

 we made to what seemed the likeliest spot to inter- 

 cept the dogs and their quarry, and right good fun 

 it was, though rough work in the extreme. Bad 

 as are the br'ars and tangled masses of vine, I 

 think the frequent ravines and hillsides, covered 

 with their fine short grass, are infinitely worse. 



