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gorge, a surveyor was injured by a fall. He lay for days 

 in that land of awful distances, starving, freezing, until his 

 mind wandered and death came to rescue him. His note-book, 

 found beside his body, told a pathetic tale. He had heard 

 the men shouting to their horses as they dragged supplies 



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up to the Mt. Algidus Station; but the help for which he 

 looked never came. 



Such storms as I experienced come in close succession in 

 the winter months, burying everything under many feet of 

 snow. The night frosts clutch everything with a grip of iron. 

 Cascades become threads of shining icicles. Nothing but the 

 main body of the streams resists the binding cold. 



