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sincere congratulations on my escape ; though the 

 old hunter, who professes to know every inch of 

 the ground, and does know most of it, declares 

 that he knew of the ledge before, but had feared 

 for my safety even from that height of fall con- 

 sidering the pace I was travelling. 



No time, however, is to be lost. There is a 

 gaunt look in his face and a craving depression 

 in my own interior which commands immediate 

 search for our still somewhat apocryphal breakfast 

 on deer's fry. I anxiously examine the " toy," 

 which, fortunately, was in charge of the old hunter 

 when I made my "terrific descent," which, if it 

 could only have been transferred to the Aquarium, 

 would have made the fortune of that establishment, 

 to the ruin of Zazel or Leotard, and, after taking 

 the precaution of recapping it, I resume stalking 

 operations. 



Not more than half an hour's hard work from 

 the latitude of my slip gains us a position whence 

 a good view is attained of the ground on some 



