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seen all around you and the rain pouring in ? And 

 yet we swam in a pool of sulphur water at the natural 

 temperature of ninety degrees, and with plenty of 

 room for diving, fancy swimming and frolics gen- 

 erally. 



The mountain climb was equally worthy of remem- 

 brance. I wasn't at all ambitious of tackling any of 

 those giants that stand six thousand feet tall in their 

 stocking feet. Oh, no; I selected a modest twelve 

 hundred-foot fellow called Tunnel Mountain, and in 

 face of fierce winds and gusts of rain (which on the 

 higher peaks fell in the form of snow) I scaled it in 

 about an hour and a-half. The view from the top was 

 enchanting. Neither poet nor painter could describe 

 or picture it ; and therefore I, who have not the gift 

 of either, will not attempt it. Suffice it to say, the 

 scene is still in my memory and Time can't rub it out. 



Coming down, like numerous other would-be smart 

 ones, I thought it an easy matter to leave the care- 

 fully graded path, and by traveling straight down 

 save time and distance. Very soon my feet slipped 

 from under me; down on my back I slid, grasping at 

 shrubs, stones and plants in my rapid descent which 

 kept up until its unpleasant speed was stopped by run- 

 ning into a tree. With scratched hands, torn pants, a 

 bruised back and a little more wisdom, I concluded to 

 keep to the path for the remainder of the distance. 



Did it ever strike you how many difficulties there 



