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same features, but the indentations are more numerous 

 and not so deep. It was necessary to keep a sharp lookout 

 to avoid stepping into one of these indentations. The 

 wind-gods, evidently resenting our intrusion upon their 

 domain, and wishing to make our departure as unpleas- 

 ant as possible, made one last furious assault^, almost 

 taking us from our feet. Walking that narrow ridge in 

 the face of such a wind was no easy task. We have 

 heard of people who crawled along the ridge, but we 

 managed to keep our feet. 



W^e kept close to the edge of the ridge for more than 

 a mile, then turned away near the abandoned works of 

 the Agamemnon Mine. For several miles we followed 

 the wagon-road made to be used in connection with the 

 mine, but now abandoned. Soon after it reaches the bed 

 of a small canon, the road is entirely washed away for 

 some distance, the only footing being loose stones. 



Pausing near a stream for the last meal of our out- 

 ing, we built a rousing camp-fire and attacked our 

 " remnants " with vigor and zest. 



We had first thought to cross the ridge which sepa- 

 rates Lytle Creek Canon from the Cajon Pass, spend 

 several hours on the platform of a mountain station, and 

 take a Santa Fe train passing at about 5 o'clock in the 

 morning. But the prospect of sitting on cold, hard planks 

 four or five hours was not alluring, so it was determined 

 to push on to Glen Ranch, which we did, arriving there 

 at II o'clock at night, sixteen miles from the summit, 

 twenty-two from our morning camp. Of course, every 

 true mountaineer prefers sleeping on the ground to 

 everything else ; but after our tramp we managed to 

 reconcile ourselves to the comfortable beds of Gleii 



