ABSTRACT
I HAVE never been very lucky at anything, but I must say my luck at Glavaticevo was, as far as sport is concerned, more "dead out" than usual. First of all came the failures just related; then several unsuccessful attempts at an old roebuck which frequented the hill exactly behind my camp. Ignorance of the ground spoilt my first chance at him, for I posted myself at the southern end of the wood, where, as I afterwards found out, it was practically certain no deer would ever break. The hounds ran him in the opposite direction for some hours, being seen by a Turk at the Borke Brook, having thus made a five or six mile point, right into the Sanctuary. In a few days the buck was back again, but I posted myself above where he broke, and, to make a long story short, I never even saw him, though Duran did repeatedly. Nor was my luck any better with another buck which used a wood behind the village of Dudle, at the lower end of the Grusca valley, and which always beat me by keeping to the
woodlands, on one oooasion passing my "huntsman" within a oouple of yards. Of course, he was unarmed on that occasion. Several expeditions to the Biskup valleys and other plaoes were quite fruitless, simply because the ground was never quiet. The last time I went there the place, even at this late season, was a l'egular Noah's Ark, the whole hill being covered by Christian peasants from the Krusevljan district, with their filthy pigs, in addition to sheep, cattle, goats, and dogs innumerable.
