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Better than all the advice, my kind bostess stuffed my pockets with a savory salchicon, a bunch of hot peppers and a twist of bread, and adding a flask of aguardiente to the commissariat, off I started word a figure looking word through word.

I entered the marsh, which in many places was up to my waist ? in water, the snow was falling in heavy flakes, but the snipe were plentiful and laid like stones. Following a ditch, I passed away, bagging several couple, and occassionally walking ? over a mallard as he rose quacking at my feet, when feeling somewhat peckish I adjourned to a dry spot, and produced the word

As I sat munching away, Old name suddenly raised his head and gave a short bark, and looking up I saw the same figure I had observed on leaving the town, stealthily pcking his way over the marsh in the direction of the mountain.