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foot of the rock ; I looked into the gulf, but could see 

 no trace of the animal. 



" He must be in there, Neuner, I am sure he must. 

 No chamois that was not badly wounded ever came 

 down a rock as he did. I '11 go down and look after 

 him/' 



" No, you will not be able to get out again ; it is 

 impossible. Let us go lower down yonder, and look 

 up the gully." 



We did so, and I stopped to load my rifle. Neuner 

 meanwhile ran forwards to a projecting crag, and by 

 his manner and the expression of his whole body I 

 knew he saw the chamois. At the same moment he 

 fired. 



" There he is J " he cried ; " he 's limping." 



" Stop, Neuner, I am sure he can't go far ; we shall 

 overtake him, and then we '11 let Bursch follow, and 

 he '11 bring him to bay." And down we ran, where 

 at any other time we should have gone with slow and 

 careful steps, and presently caught sight of him. 



" There he is ! " 



" Let me fire ! " I cried ; " do you see him ? Ah, 

 now I do, but the latschen half hides him. Now 

 he moves forward !" Fire ! and down he roUs head 

 over heels. Bursch, who till now, though trembling 

 in every limb with excitement, had restrained his despe- 

 rate longing, was unable to do so any longer. When 

 the chamois fell, he dashed forwards, baying, scream- 

 ing almost with passionate delight, and the chamois 

 and he were going down the steep together, and we 



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