60 CHAMOIS HUNTING. 



"No," said Berger; "but the thing is, how to get 

 near it. Up the stones we can't go — it will make too 

 much noise ; and if we cross over the crest of the moun- 

 tain, and so walk down towards him, it will be too far 

 to fire. If we could only get up through the latschen ! 

 but I fear it is impossible, he would be sure to see us. 

 However, let us try : be still, very still." 



We were just on the point of making the attempt, 

 when, on looking round to scan the sides of the Roth 

 Wand, I saw a chamois about five hundred feet below 

 the summit, on a green spot quite free from snow, and 

 at the foot of a wall of rock. " Hist, Berger ! there are 

 chamois !" 

 "Where?" 



" Look up yonder ; don't you see them?" 

 "No." 



" Look, don't you see a black spot, right across to the 

 right of the geroll, and the snow. Now it moves ! There 

 is another ! — one, two, three !" 



" I see them now! Confound it, they see us ! Let 

 us move on — don't stop to look ; keep away from them, 

 up to the right." And up we went, keeping in a con- 

 trary direction, and then stopped among some large loose 

 stones. 



" Look, Berger! now you can see them well ; they are 

 crossing the snow, but not quickly. W T hat ! don't you 

 see them ? Why now they are moving round the wall 

 of a rock that goes down quite perpendicularly; yet now 

 I see but two, — where can the third be ?" 



" Now I see them. Give me your glass : make haste 

 and reach those latschen yonder; when once among 

 them, all's right. I'll lie here and watch them, and 

 come after you directly. But for heaven's sake get up 

 the geroll quietly, for if a stone move they'll surely hear 



