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Im^t, some of the bones of that chamois 

 would probably still be hopping down hill, 

 with what was left of his hunters' somer- 

 saulting and tumbling after him. 



' There, sir ; now that he is dead you'd 

 better take him on your shoulders and go on 

 to camp. I'll try to bring in the others, 

 said Im^t, so we tied up the legs which had 

 so long set us at defiance, and I began my 

 climb home. 



Those who have killed chamois and car- 

 ried them home for themselves know what a 

 difference the weight of the game on your 

 back makes in the difficulties of the way, how 

 if you get your shoulders the least bit too far 

 back their weight is too much for your knees, 

 and down you come on your spine. 



It was getting very dark indeed when I 

 got to the last slope above the camp, and I 

 had once or twice been very near leaving my 

 game behind me. In front lay a long stretch 



