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very tiny rill, and the forest trees still round 

 us were the last of their kind on the moun- 

 tain side. Above us o-reat ffrass bluffs rolled 

 up to the foot of the peaks, now hidden from 

 view in a snowstorm. 



Just within the edge of the forest Imat 

 found us a skeleton hut, and a large pile of 

 rough planks, which we very soon slipped 

 into their places, and in hnlf an hour's time 

 had our house built, our fire burning, and 

 breakfast ready. Although the rain kept 

 falling, and it was too late in the day to do 

 much, Imat and m3^self decided to make an 

 effort to procure meat for our Sunday dinner. 



A couple of hours on those grass bluffs 

 at Kerar taught me that for pace Imiit was 

 about the best man I had yet seen on a hill- 

 side. AVhilst he and I lay panting near the 

 top. a stone came rattling down on the other 

 side of the bluff. Crawling up quite to the 

 top. we peered over at the other side where, 



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