This historic book may have numerous typos, missing text or index. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. 1894. Not illustrated. Excerpt: ... Ah, friend Vincent Bonnaud, what a dance your mouflon is leading us! But we are not pressed for time. And along this blazing road which glitters in the September sun like a ribbon of shot silk, our good chariot bears us to the tinkling sound of bells, rocking us into the calm philosophy of hunters who enjoy chatting about sport, but are free from its vanity. Whether the mouflon be or be not, what does it matter so long as we have the chasing of him? Who is not chasing some wild sheep in this world, and who is there that catches him? A political wild sheep or an amatory, a social, a religious wild sheep, an artistic, a scientific, a financial or industrial wild sheep, what do I know or any one else? But it is a wild sheep with horns, and a sheep running away and which one never interviews except in dreams. However, I am beginning to have my doubts about yours, the Corsican mouflon. I watch you out of the corner of my eye, when you start off on the subject as you did at the Cafe de la Paix. Your Nemorino of Sartene seems to me to be related to the zoological family of the cony which some people catch. Are you really serious, my dear Vincent Bonnaud? That glittering two-barrelled gun which you carry slung over your shoulder, is it a gun that will go off and hit? Can it be only ornamental, as indeed all the guns in the island are? Serious! ah no, pray do not be that! May you ever be preserved from that, and let the mouflon live! I for my part will grant him grace. But here we are in the forest of Vizzavona. Is it there the mouflon is doomed to die? We arrived at the Foce di Vizzavona full of joy and hope, the weather magnificent, our souls more eager for the chase than Diana's, and so famished that we should have devoured the mouflon alive, horns and all, if that im...