156 En Klapjagt Paa Danske Fjelde. 



owners as the hunters stood about chat- 

 ting in Danish and preparing for the start. 

 Many of the men could speak German 

 and French, and it was surprising to find 

 that many who had had little opportunity 

 to speak English were able to carry on 

 conversation in that tongue. 



A few minutes were spent in making 

 arrangements, and then we formed in a 

 line out across the fields, the hunters 

 about two gunshots apart and the boys 

 sandwiched in between. There we stood 

 in picturesque style, the fox-tail grass and 

 and the red-flowered wild poppies and the 

 seedy pig weeds glistening about our feet 

 with melting frost, while every one impa- 

 tiently awaited the signal to start. Sud- 

 denly a bugle blast rang out along the 

 line, and at the same instant the boys be- 

 gan a lively clapping and clattering, and 

 the shooters shouted in glee to each other, 

 as with cocked guns and accelerated heart- 

 beats we began a military march toward 

 the horizon. 



From under the very feet of Stjerne on 

 my left an enormous hare bounds out like 



