CHAPTER X. 



THE RABBIT. WILD POTATOES. A DIFFICULT PATH. AN 



EXTINCT CRATER. HOAR - FROST. THE TORRENT. THE 



FAWN. THE TETTIGONES. THE DRAGON-FLIES. 



HPHE next day, when I opened my eyes, the sun was 

 shining brightly in a blue sky. I made up the fire, 

 and walked off, with my gun on my shoulder, to try and ob- 

 tain some kind of game, so as to surprise my companions 

 when they got up. For about a quarter of an hour I 

 traversed tracts of heath which reminded me of my native 

 country, when a too confiding rabbit came frisking along 

 within gunshot, which I knocked over and placed in my 

 game-bag. 



On my return all were up, standing round the fire, and 



