of 



the lower side, and went skimming down the 

 slope with the slide only a few seconds behind. 



Fortunately most of the fallen masses of trees 

 were buried, though a few broken limbs peeped 

 through the snow to snag or trip me. How I 

 ever dodged my way through the thickly stand- 

 ing tree growths is one feature of the experience 

 that was too swift for recollection. Numerous 

 factors presented themselves which should have 

 done much to dispel mental procrastination and 

 develop decision. There were scores of progres- 

 sive propositions to decide within a few sec- 

 onds; should I dodge that tree on the left side 

 and duck under low limbs just beyond, or dodge 

 to the right* and scrape that pike of rocks? 

 These, with my speed, required instant decision 

 and action. 



With almost uncontrollable rapidity I shot 

 out into a small, nearly level glacier meadow, 

 and had a brief rest from swift decisions and 

 oncoming dangers. How relieved my weary 

 brain felt, with nothing to decide about dodg- 

 ing! As though starved for thought material, 

 I wondered if there were willows buried beneath 



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