A DAY AND NIGHT ON MOUNT ADAMS 



By Walter Albion Squires. 



'TPO the nature student a glacier-clad mountain is a source 

 of never-failing interest and inspiration. Whether he 

 sees it catching the first tints of the coming day, or lighted by 

 the sunset glow, or lying cold and still under the midnight 

 stars, it has for him a call and a challenge. For some three 

 months I had been living in the little village of Troutlake, 

 Washington, and almost at the foot of Mount Adams. I had 

 felt the call of the mountain almost every day. The sight of 

 it gave me the climbing fever. I longed to see what Nature 

 had wrought up there among the crags, snowfields, and 

 glaciers. At last the time came when I was free to attempt 

 the scaling of the vast and rugged old volcanic cone. Guides 

 and riding animals were to be had, but I chose to go alone. I 

 knew from former experiences that Nature yields her best tO' 

 us when we are unhindered by human companionship. As for 

 riding horses and pack animals that stray away at night and 

 lead you a weary chase ere they are recovered, I wanted none 



