236 THE ADVENTURES OF A NATURE GUIDE 



From the Narrows, a little below the summit, 

 we saw two eagles soaring and circling about in 

 the air two or three thousand feet above us. A 

 few times their shadows dashed by us. The Nar- 

 rows is a ledge, a shelf-like stretch of the trail, 

 on the edge of a precipice. There is no banister 

 here, but one is needed. Many grown people 

 have stopped at this point, but Harriet walked 

 across without saying a word. 



Up the "Home stretch" — the last climb to the 

 top — the slope is extremely steep and the rock 

 solid. Here many people call out "safety first" 

 and go up on all fours, but Harriet, who was in 

 front of me, walked up swinging her arms and hum- 

 ming softly to herself. 



We arrived at the summit of the Peak a little 

 after twelve o'clock, five hours from the time we 

 started. The broken summit surface is nearly 

 level, and strewn with slabs and angular chunks 

 of pink granite, from sand and coarse gravel up to 

 blocks several feet across. The instant we stepped 

 on the top I said to Harriet: 



" Now you are here, what do you think of it ? " 



She stood for nearly a minute looking around 

 without saying a word, then asked: 



"Where did all the rocks come from.?" 



Harriet was surprised to find the top so large. 

 There was just about room to give all the players 

 in a baseball game a place to stand, with the bat- 

 ter, first baseman, and out-fielders all standing on 



