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collars turned up, and our hats secured with lashings of various and picturesque appearance, we hurried back to the shelter of the stones, and soon regained the Couvercle.
THE VAL D'AOSTE.
We packed up our sleeping-bags and other belongings, and, the rain having partly ceased, we crossed to the Pierre à Béranger. By this time the sun was making a few partially successful
