Next morning when we started the weather had somewhat cleared, which was just as well, seeing we had to walk two or three miles to our first battue.  Arrived at the rendezvous, we found the “beaters” waiting for us.  They were a wild-looking crew were those Slovacks, with shaggy coats of black sheepskin, and in their hands the usual long staff with the axe at one end.  Notwithstanding their uncouth appearance, later experience has shown me that the Slovacks, as a rule, are patient, hard-working people.

The forest where we were consisted entirely of beech and oak.  The acorns attract the wild-boar, which have increased in a very remarkable manner in this locality.  I was told that twenty years ago there were no wild-boar in these forests, while now there are hundreds.  This seems odd, for the oak-trees are pretty well as old as the hills, and offered the same temptation in the way of food formerly as now.  In fact the increase of the wild-boar is a serious nuisance to the vine-grower, for they tramp across to the southern hill-slopes, and occasionally make raids on the vineyards, devouring the grapes with unparalleled greediness, and what is still worse, they will sometimes plough up and destroy a whole plot of carefully-tended vineyard.

Formerly there were many deer in these forests, but now there are only a few roedeer.  We saw no traces of wolves on this occasion, but there are plenty in this part of the country.

We were only ten guns, and were soon posted each man in his proper position waiting for the schwarzwild, as the Germans say; but, alas! nothing appeared till the beaters themselves came in sight.  So we had to organise battue number two.  The beaters walk quietly forward, tapping the trees now and then.  This is quite noise enough for the purpose of rousing the game; if they shouted or made too much row, the game would get wild and scared.

In the next battue I had hardly been five minutes at my post when I heard from behind the breaking of dead branches, as of some animal advancing slowly.  It was a fine buck which made his appearance, but he scented me and made off.  Again about a hundred yards off I got a glimpse of him between the trees.  I fired with effect.  We found him afterwards about two hundred yards farther on, where he had fallen.  It was very provoking; up to lunch-time we sighted no wild-boar, though we saw by the snow that they must have been about the hillside during the night.  We had soon a good fire blazing, at which robber-steak was nicely cooked.  I never enjoyed anything more.  We washed down our repast with good Tokay.

After luncheon we commenced work again.  By this time we had advanced into the very heart of the forest.  The smooth boles of the tall beech-trees looked grand in their winter nakedness, rising like columns from the white frost-bespangled ground.  I took up my stand, gun in readiness, waiting for the tramp, the snort, or the grizzly dark form of the wild-boar, but nothing came to disturb the utter solitude of the scene.