84 TWO CHAMOIS HUNTS 



has a rooted objection to facing any danger 

 connected with the hated element. 



Now begins a vilely stiff climb up the stone- 

 strewn slope till we reach a little wood. From 

 here the road rmis fairly evenly into another 

 valley. 



After about three hours we gain the summit 

 of the Schadonapass, We have reached our 

 goal. 



On the summit a huge crucifix stretches its 

 arms to the heavens. The hunters, who are 

 credulous folk, have a legend that on Good 

 Friday the Saviour has been seen to descend 

 from it and walk among the peaks. 



The view from here is lovely and impressive. 

 Around us nothing but barren rocks. Only 

 the lower slopes have any vegetation; young 

 trees and cranberries, for which the chamois 

 hunter is decidedly grateful. Often he has 

 them to thank, not only for a fine buck — but 

 for life itself ! They are strong, firmly-rooted 

 bushes which one can safely clutch, and by 

 which one can draw oneself up again. 



We lay down to " speculate," as the hunters 



