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hours up the side of the glacier farthest from 

 camp to get to a point from which through 

 the glass we could get an excellent view of 

 about sixteen tur feeding in a hollow where a 

 schoolboy could have stalked them, but to get 

 to which now would have taken us nearly all 

 day, and yet was only two hours' climb from 

 camp. Of course it was no good thinking of 

 it, as these beasts invariably feed up into the 

 highest summits before midday. So we sat 

 and watched them for a while, eating our 

 breakfast of maize-cake, and restino; ourselves 

 in wind and hmb as we did so, and lamenting 

 the luck which had led us up the wrong side 

 of the ravine. Then, again, for about an hour 

 we kept still upwards, climbing amongst a 

 very chaos of mountain ruins and sharp- 

 edged strata, until we were tired of trying any 

 longer to patch up our worn-out sandals. 



All at once from the mountains the other 

 side the camp a shot rang out as clear and 



