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that's what I call sport ! ' And the sigh that 

 followed this last allusion was so deep and 

 heartfelt that it almost blew me off m}' pre- 

 carious footing, and must have used up all the 

 spare wind of my friend, for he never spoke 

 ao;ain until our next halt. 



There was still a little light left when 

 we passed a resolution that we would go no 

 further that night. We were all in too good 

 condition to mind another two or three hours' 

 work if there was any good to be derived from 

 it ; but, as Simon pointed out, we could not 

 now hope to reach our journey's end before 

 dark, and the range in front of us was covered 

 with glaciers and new-fallen snow. The wind 

 was blowino; from the rano-e to us, and tlie 

 nearer we got to it the less we should like the 

 keenness which the new-fallen snow would 

 lend to the night air. So we prospected for a 

 camp. Now this was where Frank shone. 

 Like a certain ' grand old man,' Frank was a 



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