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tains indefinitely. I spoke of this to Frazer, who 

 said: 



"That's a pretty good sign youVe done enough. 

 You're drawing on your nerves when you feel so 

 light and airy. Every one gets that way after he's 

 caught his second wind and is thoroughly warmed 

 up. But don't let that fictitious feeling of strength 

 fool you into overdoing. You can tell when you've 

 gone far enough when you've had a little more ex- 

 perience in after effects." 



If I had taken this advice to heart instead of let- 

 ting it go in one ear and out of the other I might 

 have avoided, a little later, a very unpleasant expe- 

 rience. 



"We got to camp at five o'clock, just in time for 

 supper. Horace had not yet arrived. Nor did he 

 show up till after seven, when we were thinking of 

 sending out a search party for him. When he 

 finally appeared he walked slowly and heavily, as if 

 in the last stages of exhaustion. 



"The altitude got me," he gasped, as he ap- 

 proached, "I've never been affected this way be- 

 fore." 



He disappeared into his tent and groaned dis- 

 mally at intervals. 



Shortly afterward Frazer called me to one side. 



"Look at this," he exclaimed disgustedly, thrust- 

 ing Horace's notebook into my hand. It was a fear- 

 ful and wonderful creation that Wetherby offered 

 as a map. Even I could see that the meaningless 



