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violence, and came roaring down the narrow valley until 

 the trees rocked under its force, and many tree-tops were 

 snapped off and hurled to the ground. I could feel roots 

 moving under our bed of boughs, like great snakes 

 writhing, and was thoroughly afraid that a tree-top, 

 or a tree, would be snapped off and sent crashing down 

 upon us. 



" At last I got so nervous I could lie still no longer, 

 and crawled out of the tiny tent, ostensibly to mend the 

 fire. John Norboe occupied my canvas sleeping-bag, 

 outside. 



" ' Have you got a pipeful of tobacco, John? ' I asked, 

 for the sole purpose of rousing him a bit. 



" ' No, I hain't,' said John, ' but I know what's the 

 matter with you ! ' 



" < Well, what? ' 



"'You're scared! 9 



"< Well, so are you!' 



" ' Say, Mr. Phillips, does this sleepin' bag o' yourn 

 ever leak? ' 



"'No. Why?' 



" ' Becos it's full o' water that's run in at the top, and 

 I've been a-hopin' it would run out below.' 



" But at last the long night wore away without 

 accident." 



Two days later I assisted in working up those three 

 fine specimens, especially in the work on the heads. In 

 fact, I may say I was chief mourner; but it was a task 

 of great interest, as will be noted elsewhere. 



