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RUTH VENTNOR.
The dawn, streaming into the niche, awakened us.

A covey of partridges venturing too close yielded three to our guns.

We breakfasted well, and a little later were pushing on down the cleft.
Its descent, though gradual, was continuous, and therefore I was not surprised when soon we began to come upon evidences of semi-tropical vegetation.

Giant rhododendrons and tree ferns gave way to occasional clumps of stately kopek and clumps of the hardier bamboos.