266 SAVAGE SVANETTA. 



thanks to which the jungles of angelica, 

 through which our path lay, were like a per- 

 petual shower-bath ; and the early morning 

 breeze off the snow did not help to bring a 

 glow into our limbs after our involuntary tub. 

 To do the snow justice it had made Dava- 

 chora, as the men called the mountain ahead 

 of us, the prettiest picture in black and white 

 I ever saw ; but I think if we had had an}?" 

 breakfast, even the tiniest crust, we should 

 have enjoyed the bold outlines and delicate 

 snow traceries of the mountain better. 



About nine o'clock we got to the end of 

 the valley we had followed so long, and 

 another horrible series of hills to climb frowned 

 down at us from the other side of a fairly deep 

 and rapid stream. I think someone, old Simon 

 probably, tucked Frank's thirteen or fourteen 

 stone of beef and bone under his arm and 

 carried him across dryshod. If he did not do so 

 on this occasion he had often done it before. 



