necessary to get near enough to the top 

 of the Continental Divide so that we 

 could cross it the next day. It began 

 to grow dark about three o'clock ; the 

 storm increased. I kept saying over 

 and over to myself what I was deter- 

 mined I should not say out loud: 



" Oh, please stop and make camp ! 

 I cannot stay in this saddle another 

 minute. My left foot is frozen. I 

 know it is, and the saddle cramp is un- 

 bearable. I am so hungry, so cold, so 

 exhausted ; oh, please stop ! " Then, 

 having wailed this out under my breath, 

 I would answer it harshly: "You 

 little fool, stop your whimpering. The 

 others are made of flesh and blood 

 too. We should be snowbound if we 

 stopped here. Don't be a cry-baby. 

 There is lots of good stuff in you yet. 

 This only seems terrible because you 

 are not used to it, so brace up." 



