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which I thought they were likely to break. This they did the 

 instant they saw Jones, who got a shot, breaking the leg of one. 

 I killed another as they passed. We jumped upon our horses to 



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overtake Jones' wounded guanaco, that was keeping up with the 

 herd. 



My horse, the Alazan, had recently received some jumping 

 lessons, and being an ariimal with no sense of proportion, had been 

 seized with a mania for jumping everything. Jones nearly fell off 

 his horse with laughing when the Alazan valiantly charged a 

 califate-bush, eight feet high and full of thorns, through which he 

 dashed in one jump and two supplementary bucks. Emerging 

 upon the other side we set off after our guanaco and enjoyed one 

 of the most glorious gallops that ever fell to the lot of man. I 

 could not help admiring the way in which Jones, who was a born 

 rider, and, like most Gauchos, had lived all his life on the outside 

 of a horse, picked his way among the great fragments of rock that 



