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away; when they advanced to the feast it drove them back with 
the same hissing and snoring which I had heard, but in a short 
time they were all tearing away at the horse while I was photo- 
graphing unseen and unsuspected the curious scene. 
Side by side with the Griffons several Ravens were also 
feeding, not at all alarmed at the propinquity of their colossal 
neighbours. . 
On my return to the camp that evening I had time for an 
hour’s fly-fishing before dark, and caught the best Trout taken 
during our stay—a beauty of four pounds-—which made a gallant 
struggle before being led into the landing-net. 
The 9th of September, 1908, will long be accounted a lucky 
day to be marked in the calendar of my memory with a white 
stone. 
