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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! 
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 
