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"There's another! " Charron rested his pick amongst the shale, and glanced across at the flanks of Mount Morin, where a new snow-field had broken loose from its moorings, and plunged into the tremendous valley in a spout of diamond dust, with a roar that jarred the rocks. There had been early snow in the hills, followed by warm weather; and the lordly heights of the Nicolum were stripping themselves of their frozen cloaks. Charron looked uneasily at the ranges, then glanced at his chum. "Jack," he went on, with some hesitation, "I guess the time's come to decide if both of us, or only one, can go out this year."
Men don't speak of leaving the Nicolum before the winter, or of going down from it, or away from it. They say "going out," and it's an expressive phrase.