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I cannot describe my anguish on the occasion of 
separating from another companion under circumstan- 
- ces so distressing. There was, however, no alternative, 
The extreme debility of the rest of the party, put the 
carrying him quite out of the question, as he himself 
admitted ; and it was evident that the frequent delays 
he must occasion if he accompanied us, and did not 
gain strength, must havé endangered the lives of the 
whole. By returning he had the prospect of getting 
to the tent where tripe de roche could be obtained, 
which agreed with him better than with any other of 
the party, and which he was always very assiduous in 
gathering. After some hesitation he determined on 
returning, and set out, having bid each of us farewell 
inthe fenderest manner. We watched him with in- 
expressible anxiety for some time, and were rejoiced to 
find, though he had got on slowly, that he kept on his 
legs better than before. Antonio Fontano was an 
Tialian, and had served many years in De Meuron’s 
regiment. He had spoken to me that very morning, 
and. after his first attack of dizziness, about his father ; 
and had begged, that should he survive, I would take 
him ‘with me to England, and put him in the way of 
reaching home. 
The party was now reduced to five persons, Adam, 
Peltier, Benoit, Samandré, and myself. Continuing 
the journey, we came, after an hour’s walk, to some 
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