Hunting In Many Lands 



the Chief, and the Chief had certainly been 

 very forbearing to us. Those long walls, now 

 darkened by the afternoon shade, those narrow 

 ledges whence the downward climber could no 

 longer avoid seeing the stone he dislodged 

 bound, after two or three lengthening jumps, 

 clear to the pedestal below, loomed very sug- 

 gestively before his mind. But the Chief still 

 remained gracious, and Billy worked even 

 more steadily and sure-footedly going down 

 than in the morning. We had all gained con- 

 fidence, and besides we were certain of our 

 course. By 5 o'clock we had reached the last 

 bad place — where Fox had left us — and, after 

 avoiding that by swinging down hand over 

 hand on the rope from a ledge above, it was 

 only a few moments to the bottom. 



That night, after we were all safe in camp, 

 and the great cliff beamed down on us more 

 kindly than ever in the moonlight, the Doctor 

 and I decided that we had been more favored 

 than the old Flathead warrior, for the spirit of 

 our mountain had been with us even before we 

 reached its top. 



And for our success an explanation beyond 

 our physical powers seemed necessary to 

 others also; for, when a few days later we 



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