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Faitlifiil to a promise made on more than 

 one occasion, when stretched at length, after 

 the labours of the day, on a fragrant bed of 

 tender pine-branches, with the smoke of our 

 cheroots curling soothingly around, he re- 

 called some of the scenes and adventures of 

 his mountain-life, with which to enrich my 

 journal. I only hope they may prove of as 

 much interest to the reader, by his fireside 

 at home, as they were to me, when I heard 

 them related amidst the glorious scenery, 

 the rocky precipices, and the eternal snows 

 of the Himalayas. 



CUTTING VV THE IBEX. 



