an 



eluded that sunrise from this point would prob- 

 ably be worth while. 



It was not bitter cold, and I was comfortably 

 dressed ; however, it was necessary to do much 

 dancing and arm-swinging to keep warm. Snow 

 began to fall just after the clouds closed in, and 

 it fell rapidly without a pause until near morn- 

 ing. Early in the evening I began a mental 

 review of a number of subjects, mingling with 

 these, from time to time, vigorous practice of 

 gymnastics or calisthenics to help pass the 

 night and to aid in keeping warm. The first 

 subject I thought through was Arctic explora- 

 tion; then I recalled all that my mind had re- 

 tained of countless stories of mountain-climbing 

 experiences; the contents of Tyndall's "Hours 

 of Exercise in the Alps" was most clearly re- 

 called. I was enjoying the poetry of Burns, 

 when broken clouds and a glowing eastern sky 

 claimed all attention until it was light enough 

 to get off the promontory. 



Planning to go down the west side, I crossed 

 the table-like top, found, after many trials, 

 a break in the enormous snow-cornice, and 



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