THE HOME OF BEUIX. 95 



disinclined for artificial light as yet. On the 

 balcony there was light and life enough. 



On arriving at Glola we had sent at once 

 for the starchina to whom we had a letter ; 

 and as a result of our sending, everyone in the 

 village, except the starchina, was at once in 

 attendance, so that the balcony was as noisy as 

 Babel and as crowded as the Army and Xavy 

 Co-operative Stores on Saturday morning. 



At Oni everyone had told us that Glola 

 was par excellence the home of Bruin ; and 

 indeed that they had not altogether lied was 

 evidenced by a couple of fairly fresh skins 

 spread out on a neighbouring cottage ; but 

 though there were bears about, we could get 

 no one to guide us to their haunts. Every 

 man in our balcony (and small as it was, it was 

 groaning dangerously under the weight of 

 thirty- one men and a woman) was a hunter ; 

 but as they had no dogs to find the bears 

 with, and had had no rain to make the ground 



