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It was here that a friend of mine performed an 

 exploit which hardly the boldest hunter could surpass 

 a deed so very perilous that I never think of the 

 several circumstances attending it, without feeling 

 something like giddiness and being ill at ease. Yet 

 there is a strange charm in danger; and as a child 

 will ask for a tale to be repeated which it has already 

 often heard and been frightened at, so I inquired 

 again about my friend's adventure when the other 

 day we were once more together. 



" Tell me, Arco," said I, " the story of your going 

 after the buck you shot near the Konigs See, the 

 terrible place, you know, where in coming back you 

 grew giddy and sat down, and thought you would 

 never be able to get out again." 



" That was on the Ober See where you mean, just 

 opposite Thai Berg Wand ; but I thought you knew 

 the story already*." 



" So I do," I replied ; " you told it us all a long time 

 ago, one day after dinner ; but I don't remember the 

 particulars exactly, and I should like to hear it again." 



" Well," said he, " this was how it happened : I had 

 wounded a chamois, and as usual he climbed up and 

 passed along a wall of rock, where we lost sight of 

 him. We knew that he would not be able to get out 

 further on, for it was a terrible place, I can tell you." 



" And very high up, was it not ?" I asked, inter- 

 rupting him, " right over the lake." 



* The spot itself where this occurred is called Sailer Statt, and is 

 on the Walch Hiitt Wand. 



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