We will talk of that afterwards, father; I have formed some idea of the country which these rocks separate us from.

But to return to our grotto.

I went along, first looking for my pretty gazelle, which I saw licking a piece of rock, where doubtless she found some salt.

I was hardly a hundred yards from her, my gun ready, when I was suddenly stopped by a crevice, which I could not cross, though the opening was not very wide.

The pretty quadruped was on the rock opposite to me; but of what use would it have been to shoot it, when I could not secure it.