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We went on, and were soon at our old quarters. I 

 fetched a pan of milk from the cupboard, and slicing 

 into it the bread which I had brought with me, had 

 my supper, and then went to bed. 



The next morning we were out betimes, and, as 

 we mounted higher, saw, soon after dawn, a -couple of 

 stags and some chamois on one side of the Bischof. 

 What luck ! We crept along over the ground, as 

 though we feared to hurt the blades of grass ; and, 

 carefully avoiding the stones, stole softly onwards. 

 And now the spot is reached whence the game will 

 surely be visible, and we shah 1 be able to get a shot ; 

 and lifting our heads slowly and carefully, our eyes 

 sweep over the sides of the hollow, expecting every 

 moment to light on the object of our hopes. But 

 there is no need of all this care, for not a creature 

 is to be seen. We then examined the slot, and found 

 that the stag had, at most, eight points on his antlers ; 

 he had gone over a shoulder of the mountain, and 

 across some splashy ground covered with many traces 

 both of deer and chamois. 



We were advancing slowly up the Krotenkopf, a 

 mountain somewhat less than 8000 feet high ; on our 

 left the stony Bischof extended its broad side before 

 us, over which was now spread a thin covering of 

 snow. 



"Do you see anything?" I asked of Bauer, who 

 was looking fixedly across at the opposite mountain. 



" I think it 's a chamois I" he replied, with his eyes 

 still fixed on a certain dark spot ; and turning his head 



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