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towards Seefeld, and look down as well on the Hinter 

 Au Vale. All lies before your eyes as distinctly as a 

 map in relief. You see the mountain-chains diverging 

 from each other and forming new valleys : the moun- 

 tains themselves too are beheld from their very base on 

 the plain clear up to their summits. This point of view 

 is most interesting. 



It was getting late, so Bradler went to fetch the dead 

 chamois, while we turned downwards in order to reach 

 the path before night came on. We sat down at a turn 

 in the road to await our companion, whom we at last 

 heard in the distance, the irons on his feet clattering 

 among the stones. He could testify to the weight of our 

 prize ; it pressed heavily on his back as he descended the 

 broken mountain- side. 



The next morning we started again at four, and took 

 the same path as on the preceding day. We had seen 

 chamois, and as they were still on the mountain or among 

 the precipices on the north side of it, it seemed to me 

 there was every chance of getting a shot. We had more- 

 over arranged that Bradler was to go into the Hinter 

 Au Yale, which was at the foot of the Gleirsch Joch — 

 it was on this valley I looked down when in the Wand 

 the day before — and thence climb upwards through the 

 chasm to where we should be near the summit of the 

 mountain. If chamois were 'there, they would be dis- 

 turbed by his presence, and would move slowly for- 

 wards, and I should be enabled to get a shot as they 

 came out over the ridge. By one o'clock, when I ex- 

 pected to reach the top of Gleirs, Bradler was to begin 

 his ascent. When later I looked down into the abyss up 

 which he was to come, I sincerely repented the arrange- 

 ment, so truly frightful did the place appear. It seemed 

 an absolute impossibility for any human being to scale 



