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intelligence on his face. But I was one too many 

 for him. For I offered him a cigarette which I had 

 made from a leaf of my note-book. And while he 

 was stooping down to light this I managed to slip a 

 small bolvan and the spoon into my pocket unperceived. 

 On the return journey my sleigh caught in a hummock, 

 and the whole of one side broke off. But Abeiloh had 



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mended it in fifteen minutes with seal-thono- lashings, 

 and we went on. 



We reached the ombara, or hut, again in a blinding- 

 snow-storm. But here I picked up a capital little adliurs, 

 on which I could sit astride, and came along in fine 

 style, riding over all the hummocks delightfully. 



I had had enough of the Bulchikoff brothers and their 

 choom, so went straight away back to Scharok. Here 



