"PUT FORTH THY HAND" 6i 



work no one can appreciate it. We after- 

 wards found many glaciers on our journey, 

 and all of them were dying — slowly dying. 



In the evening we met a bright and intelli- 

 •gent young man of whom we had heard much 

 before we reached him. He held a govern- 

 ment position, and had a deal of time on his 

 hands to spare. He was an assiduous maga- 

 zine reader, boasting indeed that he took every 

 prominent magazine in the United States but 

 •one, and that missing one was "Hearst's Maga- 

 zine." He was said by our men to take a 

 fiendish delight in picking out the big words 

 occasionally found in the magazines, and com- 

 miting the same to memory. He used these 

 words with keen relish, whether they were 

 warranted or not by the conversation, on the 

 unfortunate man or men with whom he came 

 in contact. As neither his auditors nor he 

 himself, perhaps, knew the meaning of many 

 of these almost impossible words, some of the 

 men asked me if I couldn't "take a rise out of 

 him when he got a-goin'." 



After supper we sat down around the camp 

 fire and, as he needed no encouragement to 

 start talking, he was soon floundering in a 

 ludicrous assortment of big words, some of 

 them entirely unfitted to the conversation he 



