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change my flannels for my shooting coat 

 in the raw night air, shuddering as I put 

 on the wet stockings and mocassins of the 

 day before. This done, the rifles unslung 

 from the boughs above, and the candle end 

 we had dressed by stowed away with the 

 provisions under a pine root, we took two 

 dampers each from the goodly pile of maize 

 cakes which the third man had made while we 

 slept, and were ready to begin the day's work. 

 Whilst I was shaking myself into my 

 things, Georgi, the other Svan hunter, was 

 trying to wake Frank, but that usually best- 

 tempered of Britons having with great diffi- 

 culty been persuaded to open his eyes, saw 

 that it was still night, whereupon he rapped 

 out such a rattling broadside of monosyllables 

 that Georgi fairly bolted. The last glimpse I 

 got of camp, my chum's wrathful visage was 

 again growing placid among the pine roots, 

 his two months' beard bristling defiance from 



