At St. Mary's 



Ten o'clock found us still in place, with 

 nothing to show for our pains. 



But that hour brought the guide with 

 our breakfast ; and as he approached us 

 straight across the basin, we considered 

 further concealment useless, and went out 

 to meet him. We sat down and ate, the 

 guide meanwhile telling us that he did 

 not understand the fact of there being 

 no sheep there, and occasionally causing 

 derisive smiles to pass between Harde- 

 man and myself, by pointing to various 

 spots where former hunters, trusting to 

 his leadership, had gotten so many sheep. 

 We considered these fairy-tales. Suddenly, 

 with an exclamation, " Here they come/ 1 

 the guide jumped up, and ran behind a 

 large rock near by, making motion and 

 sound enough, it seemed to me, to attract 

 the attention of all of the animal kingdom 

 within a mile. Hardeman and I showed 

 our nerve (and were exceedingly surprised 

 at each other for it) by not moving a 

 muscle. Gradually we lowered ourselves, 

 and then, by slow, cautious wriggling, 

 managed to conceal ourselves behind the 

 rock in a sportsman-like manner. Then, 

 and not till then, did we venture to look 

 up in the direction the guide was point- 

 ing. There, standing on a projecting 



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