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IT was in the country of the Alps, in Styria, where, as in 

 Switzerland, the mountain scenery is of the most grand and 

 picturesque kind, where the tallest mountains are clad in the 

 eternal snow, where mountain torrents dash into deep abysses, 

 and the ibex and the chamois leap from glacier to glacier, 

 and from rock to rock ; and where the terrible avalanche 

 tumbles from the heights and sends the villagers and their 

 flocks running for life. It was in this country that the tra- 

 veller, Khol, listened to the following story of a chamois 

 hunter. 



"Ah ! write it all down, and I'll tell you something about 

 the cunning of the chamois, that no one has heard before," 

 said a Styrian chamois hunter, to Mr. Khol ; and truth he 

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