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a rude cabin, where we ate our lunch beside a fire 

 and tried to dry our bedraggled garments. 



From this point some of the party continued their 

 walk, looking for more unfrequented places, but 

 some of us had longings the other way, and retraced 

 our steps toward the sunlight and the drier winds 

 we had left. We reached town footsore and be* 

 draggled, and the little Japanese who cleaned and 

 pressed my suit of clothes, and made them look as 

 good as new for seventy-five cents, well earned his 

 money. 



The walk of eight or ten miles which we took two 

 weeks later with Governor Frear and his wife, up the 

 new Castle trail to the mountain-top behind Tan 

 talus, had some features in common with the first 

 walk, the increasing mist and coolness as we 

 entered the mountains, the dripping bushes, and the 

 slippery paths, but we got finer views, and found 

 a better-kept trail. Our walk ended on the top of 

 a narrow ridge of the mountain, where we ate our 

 lunch in a cold, driving mist and were a bit uncom 

 fortable. I was interested in the character of the 

 ridge upon which we sat. It was not more than six 

 feet wide, a screen of volcanic rock worn almost to 

 an edge, and separated two valleys six or seven hun 

 dred feet deep. The Governor said he could take me 

 where the dividing ridge between the two valleys 

 was so narrow that one could literally sit astride of 

 it, so that one leg would point to one valley and the 

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