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me for sharing it with them by giving me 

 the inner corner under the boulder, and then 

 lying on top of me to keep me warm. 



I don't fancy any of my friends in Eng- 

 land would care about Simon and Yassili's 

 ragged persons for bedfellows, but a man 

 perishing with cold on a damp hillside gets 

 over a great deal of squeamishness in a night, 

 and I was heartily thankful to put up with 

 my ragged companions for the warmth they 

 gave me. 



In the morning we could see water about 

 two hours' march below us, and the way to it 

 was the straight road into Svanetia, via 

 Lascheti. I felt almost inclined to adopt it 

 and send back for the rest of my party rather 

 than face the ind diaholica home to Lapiir. 

 But eventually the road to Lapur was the 

 road we took, and I would rather thmk of the 

 moment when I lay down with my mouth 

 to a stream of snow water at 1 p.m. than of 



