Identifier: inlandofboraorca00snaf (find matches)
Title: In the land of the bora; or, Camp life and sport in Dalmatia and the Herzegovina 1894-5-6
Year: 1897 (1890s)
Authors: Snaffle Dixon, Harry, ill
Subjects: Hunting Dalmatia (Croatia) -- Description and travel Bosnia and Hercegovina -- Description and travel
Publisher: London : K. Paul, Trench, Trübner & co., ltd.
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
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rd alongthose dizzy heights. After reading him a lecture,I considered the position. In spite of bad windI decided to follow the herd, and found a placewhere, with a stiffish climb, I could get up thehill. The Zeleni Pas is certainly the best placein the neighbourhood for an approach from above,but on this occasion, when I reached its outercorner, it seemed hopeless, for there was a strongwind dead behind me. Securing the dog, I kepton close to the base of the cliff, and presentlysaw a chamois. Luckily there is a flaw of windhere, which blows down between this peak andthe main cliff. This served me well, and I creptto a large rock, from whence I had a good view.There they all were, but too far for a shot. Theywere mostly small beasts and does, but there wasone fair herd buck. I lay and watched them fora long time. Certainly they are the most timorousof animals. They were feeding on a shaly slope,and every time one dislodged a stone they allstarted; nor did they begin to feed again till
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