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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.