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falls for unwary feet. Further down we coasted over 

 slopes that had been ascended so slowly. 



Reaching our temporary camp, we hurriedly gath- 

 ered our belongings and left at once for permanent camp. 



Early the next morning camp was broken and we 

 were again on the trail toward home. A party of 

 twenty visited Baker Lake as a side trip, joining the 

 rest of the party at Boulder. 



Thus ended the Second Annual Outing of the 

 "Mountaineers." To whom are we indebted for its 

 unqualified success? To the management of Mr. Curtis, 

 assisted by Mr. Nelson, and Mr. Best ; to the merry band 

 who entertained at the campfires ; to the physicians who 

 cared for bodily ills ; and to every individual in the com- 

 pany, for each contributed to the general spirit of good 

 fellowship that prevailed. 



MOUNT BAKER 



(Dedicated to The Mountaineers) 



Near to a mountain top I stood, 

 Ambition urging on, all else forgot, 

 To win applaiise for daring and for strength. 

 I ^d passed great Jagged rocks and danger poijits 

 Of deep crevasse or snow-slides swift as death; 

 While sleet and storm raged o'er, with icy blast. 

 The summit gaiyied, a7i awful knowledge grew 

 Of jostling throngs below, content with ease. 

 Who mocked, or jeered, or thought of me no more — 

 Oh, dread and bleak the height, 

 Alone! Alo7ief 



But in the world where folly rules the hour 

 Or creed or crime bi7ids fast the inert ones; 

 Where clutching hands hold fast to bramble briars. 

 Or jibes or taunts sting keen as driving hail, — 

 The soul that strives, like toiling mountaineer, 

 To rise above Life's mediocrity, 

 Stands, breathless, strong, his hard-won victory 

 Blazing the way for others who aspire. 

 What if he live or die? His work remains. 

 And as his sozcl goes on to other heights 

 He 's not alone! 



Alice Harriman. 



