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miles over gradually rising hills, with 

 the huge mass of the Tetons looming 

 ever nearer, and the next day we 

 climbed the Teton Pass. 



There is nothing extraordinary about 

 climbing the Teton Pass — to tell about. 

 We just went up, and then we went 

 down. It took six horses half a day to 

 draw us up the last mile — some twenty 

 thousand seconds of conviction on my 

 part (unexpressed, of course ; see side 

 talk) that the next second would find 

 us dashed to everlasting splinters. And 

 it took ten minutes to get us down I 



Of the two, I preferred going up. If 

 you have ever climbed a greased pole 

 during Fourth of July festivities in your 

 grandmother's village, you will under- 

 stand. 



When we got to the bottom there 

 was something different. Our driver 



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