132 East and West 
When, towards sunset the summit was 
again reached, heavy clouds drifting up from 
the Pacific lay over the south slope of the 
range, like a blanket of fog, giving the illusion 
of mystery to the trail and making the cafions 
abysmal. Along the edge, I slid and scram- 
bled, dropping through the clouds, until pre- 
sently upon a spur I came into the clear 
sunlight again and gazed into the greater 
abyss of the sea. 
