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The last season of my guiding career was a full 

 one. Thirty-two ascents were made during the 

 thirty-one days of August. Half a dozen of these 

 were by moonlight. In addition to these climbs 

 a daily round trip was made to Estes Park, 

 eight miles distant and fifteen hundred feet 

 down the mountain. These Estes Park trips 

 commonly were made on horseback, though a 

 few were by wagon. My busiest day was 

 crowded with two wagon trips and one horse- 

 back trip to Estes Park, then a moonlight climb 

 to the summit. In a sixty-hour stretch I did 

 not have any sleep or take any food. Being 

 in condition for the work and doing it easily, 

 I was in excellent shape when the guiding 

 ended. 



The happiest one of my two hundred and 

 fifty-seven guiding experiences on the rugged 

 granite trail of this peak was with Harriet 

 Peters, a little eight-year-old girl, the youngest 

 child who has made the climb. She was alert and 

 obedient, enjoyed the experience, and reached 

 the top without a slip or a stumble, and with 

 but little assistance from me. It was pleasant 



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