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whence he expects his foes. In the mouth 

 of the game was found a bunch of beautiful 

 flowers such as grow abundantly around 

 the snow-line about the size and color 

 of the clover. Presently on the sky-line the 

 form of the guide could be seen slowly picking 

 his way down through the crags and fissures. 

 As soon as he arrived the skinning process be- 

 gan and it was not long before the guide had 

 the head on his back and was on his way to 

 camp. The evening was fast advancing and 

 the wind whistling over the mountains as we 

 plodded our way back to camp; sometimes 

 climbing over the rocks so precipitous that we 

 had to help each other up and down the most 

 dangerous places, where a slip or a miss would 

 have ended disastrously. At one place we 

 came to a long snow-slide extending a half-mile 

 up and the same distance down, consequently 

 we were face to face with the question of going 

 straight over the snow-slide covered with a 

 hard crust at an angle of 45° or retracing our 

 steps for several miles. After debating the 

 question, we decided to cross the snow-pack. 

 The guide started in advance and with the 



