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CHAMOIS HUNTING. 



was boiling, the brown loaf was sliced into the pan in 

 readiness. It was ten o'clock, and I had been out since 

 three ; so that, when at last the frothing milk was poured 

 over the bread, and I had carried it into the room, and 

 sat there comfortably drying in the warmth, I enjoyed 

 to the full the luxury of that plentiful repast. The herds- 

 man too brought a large piece of the fresh-made butter 

 on a clean board, and fetching a pinch of salt, put it 

 down with the loaf on the table before me. What could 

 man desire more ? There is positive happiness in such 

 a meal, and I cannot think that any one who had him- 

 self known the luxury of appeasing his hunger with warm 

 food when cold and famishing, would ever turn away un- 

 kindly from the starving wretch asking alms to buy him- 

 self bread. 



The rain ceased ; the blue sky again was visible, and 

 leaving the hut we turned our steps homewards. 



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