In the land of the bora; or, Camp life and sport in Dalmatia and the Herzegovina 1894-5-6 . unds onanother. A few minutes later I heard Dinahs vengefulvoice below me, and presently a flock of Alpinecrows (a sort of yellow-billed chough) beganwheeling about and cawing down the couloirto my left. Mindful of rooks and a hunted foxat home, I peered down the cliff and saw asingle chamois coming up best pace. I promptlygot myself into position to command the nearestand best place on the couloir ; and, as luck wouldhave it, he paused there to look back, when abullet through the heart sent him rolling
In the land of the bora; or, Camp life and sport in Dalmatia and the Herzegovina 1894-5-6 . unds onanother. A few minutes later I heard Dinahs vengefulvoice below me, and presently a flock of Alpinecrows (a sort of yellow-billed chough) beganwheeling about and cawing down the couloirto my left. Mindful of rooks and a hunted foxat home, I peered down the cliff and saw asingle chamois coming up best pace. I promptlygot myself into position to command the nearestand best place on the couloir ; and, as luck wouldhave it, he paused there to look back, when abullet through the heart sent him rolling downalmost to where Dinah, mute from the excite-ment of the view and the steepness of thehill, and also surrounded by a mob of crows,was following on his line. This ended thebeat, and the rest was blank. The view frommy post across the gorge to the quaintly placedvillage of Lukomir, on the very edge of theopposite cliffs, was very fine. We were nowwithin a very short walk of the Bosnian my head I counted no less than twelvevultures sailing in circles, and yet the buck had. IN THE LAND OF THE BORA. 335 not been gralloched half an hour. It was nowtoo late to do more, so we returned to the route we took up no less than two iron , proving that somebody else thought therewere chamois about. We got to the hut soonafter four, and Joso decided to make a furthermarch, so as not to have so far to go the nextday. Truth to tell I was a bit beat, but wasnot going to let my companions think so; so Iagreed. About an hour and a half brought us to somesummer quarters of the Grusca villagers. Onewas a good hut, but the fleas were so awful thatwe speedily left it for a tumble-down affair,evidently used also as a stable, which the mensoon cleared out. Tired as I was—for we hadpractically been going all day—I could not sleepfor a long time for what Mark Twain calledthe genuine Swiss chamois. I am of thesame mind as the Frenchman who said, Cerfest pas la piqure d
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