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we had intended not to return to Fischbachau the same 

 evening, but to stop at the village of Baierisch Zell, at 

 the foot of the mountains, and ask a night's shelter and 

 hospitality of the Solachers — a family well known to 

 all who in those parts had ever watched for the stag in 

 the forest, or climbed up the mountain- sides after the 

 chamois. 



A light was shining from out the cottage window ; we 

 crossed the trout-stream that flowed before the garden, 

 and, passing the little wicket, were at once at the door 

 of the old hunter's dwelling. We laid the chamois upon 

 the stones, and lifting the latch went in, and were met 

 with hearty and friendly welcomings. 



