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scene of my last night's adventure, we met three 

 young women — friends, relatives, or lovers 

 of Simon's — who were the first of the return- 

 ing harvesters. They had been here some 

 time already ; and had, before commencing 

 work, been collecting a large cloth full of 

 fungi, of a kind which grows on fallen timber. 

 These we bought, and afterwards made into 

 soup. 



At the camp a herd of goats just arrived, 

 en route to some mountain pastures further 

 up stream, caught the eye of our chief of 

 commissariat ; and, in spite of his ignorance 

 ' of the language, it was not long before Frank 

 had selected a plump little black sheep from 

 among the goats, and was making signs to 

 Simon that he wanted it converted into chops 

 in the shortest possible space of time. Here 

 some religious scruples interfered, and it was 

 not until he had said a very long prayer 

 over his victim, that our man turned butcher. 



