A shooting trip to Kamchatka (1904) (14595861898)
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Identifier: shootingtriptoka00demi (find matches)
Title: A shooting trip to Kamchatka
Year: 1904 (1900s)
Authors: Demidov, Elim Pavlovich, principe di San Donato, b. 1867
Subjects: Hunting -- Russia (Federation) Kamchatka Peninsula Kamchatka Peninsula (Russia) -- Description and travel
Publisher: London : R. Ward, Ltd.
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN
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A SHOOTING TRIP TO KAMCHATK , reached the same ridge. A few miriutes later.er bears came in sight to our left, apparentlyvlisturbed by my shots. They were quietly playing•^•ether and rolling themselves on the moss ; one ofn would occasionally make a rush at his companiono frighten him, and both would then gallop full speed, stopping suddenly to begin the>llowed by the General,■lall detour tolee^^ f g whicii i S nty ya Q -d the .^,.1 W H down the lati.n.. -■ ; K motionless on the snow. A sec-/ ;•■&4 Other, which dashed frantically uphill v,,v.. . growl ( •< r h • MiM^oHch, and then gave him iiisI !\s full in the chest. Botn vicr than the first one, but the\rdarker and in good order. Three bears inan hours time was no common quarrv, aito think it was time to turn my atr< ■ Leaving our quarry to be skiiiwe decided to pursue our cours^< irch of bighorn. We startedour way through the light m ^ in;;
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AN ALPINE FLORA 185 in every direction. The flora here was quite of theAlpine type: pink androsaces, saxifraga. violets, asters,and other plants of elevated regions grew profuselybetween the numerous patches of snow. As weadv^anced, we struck several sheep-paths with oldtracks and droppings, but, though my Zeiss freelyexamined all the surrounding corries, which presentedfavourable aspects and afforded capital grazing, therewas no sign of Ovis iiivicola. In addition to this,it was perfect torture to use the binocular for spyingon account of the mosquitoes, which would instanta-neously settle on ones hands and unveiled face, merci-lessly attacking any unprotected part. In this manner,after a couple of hours walk, we reached the summitot a rounded boulder, commanding a view of vasttracts of moor and snowfields. My aneroid nowshowed an altitude of 4,000 feet. The scenery I hadbefore me was of unsurpassed beauty. At my feettrickled from beneath accumulated masses of hardsnow a small rivule