them so much that I allowed her to put her nose 

 into my pocket and help herself, and from time 

 to time, too, I gave her a handful of them until 

 they were all gone. 



Late in the afternoon, Midget and I arrived at 

 the top of Hoosier Pass. I told her to look tired 

 and I would take her picture. She dropped her 

 head and neck a little, and there on the wind- 

 swept pass, with the wind-swept peaks in the 

 background, I photographed her. Then I told 

 her it was time to go home, that it was sure to be 

 after dark before she could get back. So I tight- 

 ened the cinches, fastened up the bridle-rein over 

 the horn of the saddle, and told her to go. She 

 looked around at me, but did not move. Evidently 

 she preferred to stay with me. So I spoke to her 

 sternly and said, " Midget, you will have to go 

 home ! " Without even looking round, she kicked 

 up her heels and trotted speedily down the moun- 

 tain and disappeared. I did not imagine that we 

 would meet again for some time. 



I went on, and at timber-line on Mt. Lincoln 



I built a camp-fire and without bedding spent the 



night by it. The next day I climbed several peaks, 



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