twelve thousand feet above those seas ? 
I have. 
. The situation is naturally one you 
would not fish out of the grab bag of 
fate if you could avoid it. When you 
suddenly find it on your hands, however, 
there is only one thing to do— keep 
your nerve, grasp it firmly, and look at 
it closely. If you have a horse and a 
gun and a cartridge, it is not so bad. I 
had these, and I had better than all these, 
I had Nimrod — but only half of Nim- 
rod. The working half was chained up 
by my fears, for such is the power of a 
woman. I will explain. 
In crossing over the Continental Di- 
vide of the Rocky Mountains, we were 
guests in the pack train of a man who 
was equally at home in a New York draw- 
ing-room or on a Wyoming bear hunt, 
and he had made mountain travelling a 
