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dark hours that I toiled through the willows, and broad 

 daylight again when I walked into camp at 3.30 in the 

 morning. But we had a supply of meat; I had once 

 more been high among the mountains; the sight of 

 mountain-sheep and that of a grizzly bear had set glow- 

 ing my love of the wilderness; I had again heard the 

 chatter of the squirrel and the whistle of the marmot. 



The shelter had been erected, and old Danger was 

 peacefully lying before it, near the dead fire. Jeffries 

 jumped up, and almost shouted when he saw the fat 

 mutton. The fire was soon blazing and nothing less 

 than as much meat as could be crowded into a big deep 

 frying-pan satisfied his craving for it. 



