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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 de- 

 termined on going back, and set out, having 

 bid each of us farewell in the tenderest 

 manner. We watched him with inexpres- 

 sible anxiety for some time, and were re- 

 joiced to find, though he got on slowly, 

 that he kept on his legs better than before. 

 Antonio Fontano was an Italian, and had 

 served many years in De Meuron's regi- 

 ment. He had spoken to me that very 

 morning and after his first attack of dizzi- 

 ness, 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 per- 

 sons, Adam, Peltier, Benoit, Samandre, and 

 myself. Continuing the journey, we came, 

 after an hour's walk, to some willows, and 

 encamped under the shelter of a rock, hav- 

 ing walked in the whole four miles and a 



