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child’s play I would feel that sudden faintness, 
that suspicion of nausea, which preceded a fit of 
“‘the trembles,’’ and would have to stop in my tracks, 
a prey to the most miserable sensations, until it was 
over. I used to force myself to climb the same place 
over and over in an effort to conquer this weakness, 
but it was not of much use. Even to-day when I 
stand in a high place and look down a wave of diz- 
ziness comes over me. 
The rest of my run was as hard as any I had 
hitherto encountered. Up and down hill all day, 
one ridge after another, brush, dead and down stuff, 
locust and manzanita. I got back to camp at seven 
and found that I had not been alone in my discom- 
fort. Each cruiser had tales to unfold of brush and 
heat and giant hills and impossible situations finally 
overcome. 
Yet through the chorus there was a note of cheer- 
fulness, of buoyancy even. We had at last come to 
grips with the bugbear of our season’s task and won 
the first bout. Henceforth there might be hard 
work in plenty, but never again would we feel fear 
of our enemy, that haunting, superstitious dread! 
that the Animas had inspired. Our imaginations 
were on our side now! 
