of 



distance from a food-supply, even when the 

 last mouthful was eaten, had not aroused me 

 to the seriousness of the situation. Scotch had 

 not complained, and appeared to have the 

 keenest collie interest in the tracks and trails, 

 the scenes and silences away from the haunts of 

 man. The snow lay seven feet deep, but by 

 keeping in my snowshoe tracks Scotch easily 

 followed me about. Our last camp was in the 

 depths of an alpine forest at an altitude of ten 

 thousand feet. Here, though zero weather pre- 

 vailed, we were easily comfortable beside a fire 

 under the protection of an overhanging cliff. 



After a walk through woods the sun came 

 blazing in our faces past the snow-piled crags 

 on Long's Peak, and threw slender blue shadows 

 of the spiry spruces far out in a white glacier 

 meadow to meet us. Reentering the tall but 

 open woods, we saw, down the long aisles and 

 limb-arched avenues, a forest of tree columns, 

 entangled in sunlight and shadow, standing on 

 a snowy marble floor. 



We were on the Pacific slope, and our plan was 

 to cross the summit by the shortest way between 



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