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SAVAGE SVANETIA. 



comrades under the lee of some sheltering 

 rock. 



Over the camp fire on Friday night, it was 

 agreed that Simon and I should be off early 

 next morning, and making a wide detour 

 amongst the hills where Frank had killed his 

 tur the day before, cross a range of pine-clad 

 ridges, and so strike the trail to Ushkul 

 along which Frank and Georgi would proceed 

 at leisure. 



That night, in «pite of the work of the day 

 before, Simon and I slept little. Simon 

 wanted his ten roubles and I wanted my tur. 

 The rest of our party were sleeping sound and 

 well, when we threw on another log or two to 

 keep the fire up for them, ere my guide and I 

 started on our last tramp at Zaskoora. 



Twice or three times we came on the fresh 

 track of bears ; once we cut the trail of a 

 whole family party, which had been supping 

 on black currants in the valley; but though we 



