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operations, shows himself a httle more, he will 

 move up to us. Anyhow, we must now be going ; 

 so, taking up the rifle, he brings my heart into 

 my mouth by drawing it half out of its cover 

 and then as soon as v/e emerge from my shelter 



A DWARF FOREST OF HORNS ATPEARS. 



we assume the all-fours' formation and half crawl, 

 half slide down a gentle slope for some distance. 

 till a dwarf forest of horns appears, as though 

 stuck in the ground, in our front. 



After some consideration, and looking well all 



