fore I froze to the saddle; but I grimly 
kept Blondey’s nose overlapping his 
mate’s back and said nothing — not even 
when I discovered that my cherished rid- 
ing whip had left me. It probably was not 
fifty feet away, on that toboggan slide, 
but it seemed quite hopeless to find any- 
thing in the freezing misty grayness that 
surrounded us. 
We continued our perilous passage. 
Then I was rewarded by a sight seldom 
accorded to humans. It was worth all 
the fatigue, cold, and bruises, for that 
appallingly illogical cloud cap. took a 
new vagary. It split and lifted a little, 
and there, not three hundred yards away, 
in the twilight of that cold wet cloud, 
on that mountain in the sky, were two 
bull elk in deadly combat. Their far 
branching horns were locked together, 
and they swayed now this way, now 
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