of a snow slide. At that point it was | 
about five hundred feet across, at an 
angle of forty-five degrees; below us a 
thousand feet was a vicious looking 
glacial torrent; above, an equal dis- 
tance, was the lower edge of the gla- 
cier, the mother of all this devastation. 
The fearless-footed mountain sheep 
had crossed this sliding crumbling 
earth and gravel incline with apparent 
ease. For us it was go on or go back. 
There was no middle course. The row 
of tiny hoof marks running straight 
across from one safe bank to the other 
deceived us. It could not be so very ; 
difficult. We dismounted; Nimrod 4 
threw the bridle over his horse’s head { 
and started across, leading his beast. ane 
The animal snorted as he felt the foot- x 
hold giving way beneath him, but Nim- stv 
rod pulled him along. It was impos- 
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