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clouds broken and drifting back and forth in two 

 strata as though undecided whether to go or 

 remain. Above a low, lazy cloud, I caught a 

 glimpse of Turret-Top, and turning, beheld 

 Court-House Rock. 



The foot gave no pain as I limped along the 

 trail I had so often followed. Now and then I 

 turned to take a photograph. The stars and the 

 lights in the village were just appearing when I 

 limped into the surgeon's office in Ridgway. 



