necessary to get near enough to the top 
of the Continental Divide so that we 
could cross it the next day. It began 
to grow dark about three o’clock; the 
storm increased. I kept saying over 
and over to myself what I was deter- 
mined I should not say out loud: 
“Oh, please stop and make camp! 
I cannot stay in this saddle another 
minute. My left foot is frozen. I 
know it is, and the saddle cramp 1s un- 
bearable. I am so hungry, so cold, so 
exhausted; oh, please stop!” Then, 
having wailed this out under my breath, 
I would answer it harshly: “You 
little fool, stop your whimpering. The 
others are made of flesh and blood 
too. We should be snowbound if we 
stopped here. Don’t be a cry-baby. 
There is lots of good stuff in you yet. 
This only seems terrible because you 
are not used to it, so brace up.” 
OOS 
20s 
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