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again it must be a sheer necessity, unless they 

 are content to be racked with rheumatism and 

 such-like ills. I saw Hunter try on the same game 

 one evening later on, but I abused him so roundly 

 that he did have the decency to get out of his 

 wet things and have them dried. 



The next day we moved camp to the foot of 

 the mountains, a distance of perhaps three miles. 

 Here I made a permanent camp during the time 

 that we meant to hunt sheep. The only draw- 

 back to this site was due to the fact that firewood 

 was very scarce, and we had to depend upon the 

 limited number of black alder bushes growing 

 in the vicinity, and these we had to use 

 very carefully. 



I took Shanghai with me and proceeded half 

 a mile up the valley between the two mountains 

 that hemmed in my camp on one side, to look 

 for signs of sheep, and had barely gone three 

 hundred yards when I saw two rams feeding 

 peacefully on my left, within two hundred yards 

 of me. They had not seen us as we were about 

 to round a small bend in the valley and were 

 going very cautiously lest any game might be 

 near. We were lucky in being able to see them 

 first, especially as the sheep were above us on 

 the side of the hill. I had in my pocket a supply 

 of very light down that I had plucked from a 

 wild plant that grew in the marshy places I had 



passed through, and particles of this I now used 



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