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ACT FIRST.

''High up in the mountain snowfields. The mist lies thick and close; it is raining, and nearly dark''

'' in black, with stick and wallet, is struggling on westward. , who have joined him, are a little way behind.''

[Calling after .]

Hullo, you stranger fellow, stay! Where are you?

Here!

You've got astray! The fog's so thick, my sight it passes To see a staff's-length 'fore or back

Father, here's clefts!

And here crevasses!