"Next morning, that was Monday, j 

 had to 'bust' my way out tlirough tlio 

 thick crust of snow that had formed ovcv 

 the entrance to jny cave during the niglit. 



"The wind, she was still blowing a 

 mighty gale, but it had stopt snowing, and 

 I decided that by returning to the summit 

 I would have a better chance of finding 

 the piles of rocks which mark the trail 

 down through Tuokerman's Ravine. 



"My lips were cracked and bleeding, 

 and my tongue was beginning to swell 

 from thirst, but I knew better than to eat 

 any snow. I ate some of the raisins in- 

 stead, but they only made me sick to my 

 stomach and I threw the rest of the package 

 away. 



"I lost my hat while wandering around 

 the summit looking for the trail-markings 

 that afternoon, and my blanket was torn 

 to ribbons by the wind, but I managed 

 to save a strip of it to tie around my face 

 and head like a bandage. 



"I didn't find the trail-markings on 

 Monday, and when I began to feel tn-ed 

 I burrowed into a snowdrift again. With- 

 out the protection of my blanket I was 

 cold and got little sleep that night. But I 

 felt rested Tuesday morning, and started 

 out, determined to find the trail to the 

 ravine if I had to crawl on my hands and 

 knees." 



By that time his tongue was stuck to the 

 roof of his mouth, he related, and he could 

 feel his feet swelling in his boots, but at 

 last he found the trail. And we read: 



"I got to the head wall without mishap, 

 but I was pretty weak when I got there, and 

 in trying to get over it I lost my footing 

 and began sliding and rolling down into 

 what seemed a bottomless pit. 



"They say I only slid about a quarter 

 of a mile down the face of the head wall, 

 but it seemed more like a mile and a half, 

 and when I landed I hurt my left hip and 

 back so badly that I couldn't walk. 



"However, I saw a snowdrift in the lee 

 of a big rock a short distance away and I 

 managed to drag myself to it and with my 

 hands dig myself in. 



"That was the most terrible night of 

 all. My legs were numb to my Imees, 

 and I'll tell you true, my frien', I said 

 my prayers wliich I learned as a little 

 boy. 



"I could only remember one, two, free 

 lines of them at first, and I kept saying 

 them over and over. But 'bimeby' they 

 all come back to me and 1 prayed very hard 

 to the good Lord and all the saints to send 

 me help right quick. 



"I heard lots of wildcats yelling in the 

 liTwlier just below me that night, but none 

 of them troubled me. If one of them had 

 come for me my intention was to shove my 

 arm way down his throat quick as a flash 

 and then smash him against a rock or tree 

 and break hia back. When you think you 

 are going to die, you can do desperate 

 tilings like that, and I would have tried 

 it it I had been attacked. But I guess 

 I hey were as seared of me as I was of them. 



"Well, I fell asleep that Tuesday night 

 with a prayer on my bleeding lips, and I 

 slept soundly until 'bout ten, eleven 

 o'clock Wednesday morning. 



"Then I crawl Out of my snow-house 

 once more and I cried for joy when I saw 

 I was near a brook. An Indian once told 

 me you can live for many days without 

 anything to eat if you can get water to 

 <lrinlv. But after you have been without 

 water for a few days, you must drink only a 

 little at a time. 



"I remembered his advice, thinking some 

 day it might be a good thing to know, and 

 sure 'nough, it was. When I got to the 

 edge of that brook I put two sticks of wood 

 across it, and lying on these I began to take 

 sips of the water. 



"After you have a good drink you can 

 yell like a big horn, and when I got up 

 from the brook I started yelling for help. 



"Well, you know the rest — how the 

 searching party found me about one o'clock 

 on Wednesday and carried me the rest of 

 the way down the mountain." 



While relating the latter part of his story, 

 Mr. Englehardt had been limping about his 

 room on his badly frost-bitten and swollen 

 feet, picking up his belongings in prepara- 

 tion to go to the St. Louis Hospital in 



Berlin to get completely thawed out. But 

 something of jjnportance seemed to be 

 missiug. 



"What is it you're looking for,' Max?" 

 asked H. C. Yost, manager of the Glen 

 House. 



But Max made no reply and went on 

 with his search. 



"Is this what you're looking f or ? " said 

 Mr. Yost, a moment later, as he picked up 

 a tiny crucifix from a table, with a loop of 

 ribbon on it large enough to go over Engle- 

 hardt's head. 



"Yes, that's him," said Englehardt, tak- 

 ing the crucifix, and kissing it. "That's 

 what saved my life." 



"Yes, I guess it must have," said the 

 doctor, who was wearing a Masonic 

 charm on his watch-chain. 



