TWfo &U on $t (BocUte 



the way is too rough or precipitous for horses. 



For a mile Harriet and I went forward over the 



boulders of an old moraine. The last half-mile 



was the most difficult of all ; the way was steep 



and broken, and was entirely over rocks, which 



were covered with a few inches of snow that had 



fallen during the night. 



We climbed slowly ; all good climbers go 



slowly. Harriet also faithfully followed another 



good mountain rule, — "Look before you step." 



She did not fall, slip, or stumble while making 



the climb. Of course we occasionally rested, and 



whenever we stopped near a flat rock or a level 



place, we made use of it by lying down on our 



backs, straightening out arms and legs, relaxing 



every muscle, and for a time resting as loosely as 



possible. Just before reaching the top, we made 



a long climb through the deepest snow that we 



had encountered. Though the sun was warm, 



the air, rocks, and snow were cold. Not only was 



the snow cold to the feet, but climbing through 



it was tiresome, and at the first convenient place 



we stopped to rest. Finding a large, smooth rock, 



we lay down on our backs side by side. We talked 



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