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gigantic conflict of elemental forces that suggested 
a vision of Doré’s. The wonderful bigness of the 
sight took one’s breath away. 
In course of time we grew used to even these awe- 
some scenes. All that remained from our first com- 
plex of emotion was a keen personal antipathy to 
cloud, rain, hail, lightning and thunder, singly and 
collectively. 
The most annoying feature of it all was the ex- 
treme cold that came with the storm. The rain when 
not frozen into hail was cold as ice and at the same 
time the general temperature dropped from thirty. 
to fifty degrees. Dressed as lightly as possible, our 
blood thinned by the heat and hard work, we were 
easily chilled. Sometimes our arms became numb 
to the shoulders and our feet lost all sensation. 
Sometimes we shivered and shook so that the con- 
tours of our maps took on that tremulous character 
which is used in mapwork to indicate the course of 
a river. But we worked ahead perforce as best we 
could and took our daily bath with as much philos- 
ophy as we could command. 
To some of the party the lightning was a greater 
trial than the rain. Often during a storm the flashes 
came so close together that they seemed connected. 
Hach of us at one time or another managed to get in 
the vicinity of a falling bolt when it struck and our 
nerves consequently became affected in varying de- 
grees, 
The most exciting incident of this sort occurred 
