It was constantly game soup with a handful of dried bread and afterwards endless cups of tea, this essential beverage of the woods.

Once, during my search for birds, I heard a rustle in the dense shrubs and, carefully peering about, I discovered the points of a deer's horns.

I crawled along toward the spot but the watchful animal heard my approach.

With a great noise he rushed from the bush and I saw him very clearly, after he had run about three hundred steps, stop on the slope of the mountain.

It was a splendid animal with dark grey coat, with almost a black spine and as large as a small cow.