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CHAPTEE XIII. 



A DAY'S SPORT ON THE KRAMMETS BERG. 



BY half-past three the next morning I was downstairs, 

 and while breakfasting, Solacher was busy with his 

 frying-pan cooking the usual meal of schmarren. We 

 were soon off. The stars were shining brightly, yet 

 as we passed along the pine-wood I rather followed 

 my companion by the sound of his voice and his foot- 

 steps than by the aid of sight. By the time we got 

 to the foot of the Krammets Berg however the dark- 

 ness was waning, and one by one the stars disappeared. 

 The strange faint dimness, similar to that which hovers 

 over the earth during an eclipse, began to spread ; 

 the gloom rolled back, and presently red tongues of 

 brightness announced that day was at hand. The 

 Zug Spitz first saw its coming, and flushed in growing 

 refulgence over the still night-bound world. As the 

 day streamed down its sides, the mists and vapours 

 receded, and the mountain-tops came forth, rising 

 from out the cloudy ocean below us as from the midst 



