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CHAMOIS HUNTING. 



above you, you are just able to trace it downwards, and 

 to make out that it is the sharp shoulder of a tremen- 

 dous pile of rock. As yet it is half hidden in sunbeams 

 inwoven with the mist : a divine halo-light is in the 

 air, as though that mountain were a divinity, and only 

 thus veiled might show itself to mortal eyes. 



But what before was trembling, and dreamy, and un- 

 certain, grows each minute more defined and real ; the 

 clouds fall aside, and the vast form of bare rock is before 

 you in all its size and brightness. 



