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time, and his nephew has seen the letter in a glass case 

 at Innspruck. ' And I want to shoot chamois ? ' He 

 looks almost sorrowfully at me, but I have gone too 

 far to retreat, and am very valiant. * Yes, there are 

 three up about the Wildgrad Kogle.' That is 

 enough, Ade Andre ! Pack up, Joseph ; forward ! 



Stop a bit, let us load here ; we may stumble on 

 something shootable. I am soon ready ; but loading 

 with Joseph is a very solemn affair, not to be under- 

 taken lightly, or finished in a hurry. First, he takes 

 a dose of stuff out of a cow's horn, which I, in my 

 ignorance, suppose to be very -badly -made No. 7 

 shot. A small quantity of this he places in the pan 

 of his rifle, and crushes with the handle of his knife ; 

 the rest he pours down the barrel, and I perceive 

 that it is powder. Then he looks up and down, 

 round and about. What the deuce is he after ? Is 

 he Cockney enough to be going to flash-off his rifle, 

 and afraid of some one hearing him ? No, there he 

 has it ; a bunch of gray moss, baumhaar, as he calls 

 it, from that blasted pine. Wonder again ; what in 

 the name of goodness is he going to do with that ? 

 Use it as a pocket-handkerchief? I do not believe 

 he carries one ; at any rate, if he does, he only uses 

 that pattern said by the Fliegende Blatter to be so 

 popular among the Galician deputies of the Paul's 

 Kirche Parliament. No, — wrong again ; he care- 

 fully pulls it to pieces, and making it into a round 

 ball, rams it down upon the powder ; and a most 

 excellent dodge it is. Colonel Hawker has only 



