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and dressed entirely in sheepskins, driving 

 the most miserably thin cow human eyes ever 

 gazed on. They had come doAvn the glacier, 

 so that for some time it would be useless to 

 watch for tur at their drinking place, as these 

 shy beasts would leave the peak for a day or 

 two after having seen men upon it. 



Every day Frank and myself went out in 

 search of game, he generally taking the river 

 bed, whilst I climbed to the top of the ridge. 

 Twice I saw chamois, and once, after watching 

 the pretty beasts' camp in a position which we 

 thought accessible, Yassili and I essayed to 

 stalk them. What a subject they would have 

 made for such a pencil as Wolfe's, as they lay 

 grouped round a rocky knoll, on the very 

 summit of which, in the shadow of a thin birch 

 bush, lay the leader of the herd ! 



After a long and difficult stalk, as we crept 

 down a steep incline above them, up went 

 Yassili" s heels, and with a crasli he shot 



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