CHAPTER XXX. 
CONCLUSION. 
HEN we left you, mother," he began, taking a 
comfortable position before the fire, "we 
dropped all care for any special trail, and just 
put straight for the Red Mountain itself, right before our 
eyes. 
" You've noticed that it hasn't seemed so red lately ? 
Well, we'd all thought of the same thing, but nobody 
liked to say anything about it. We crossed a small gla- 
cier, about three miles from here, and pretty soon met 
another, coming straight down from our mountain. 
Peeschee himself didn't know where he was, for he'd 
never been there before. The cliff where he picked up 
his rocks last fall was round further to the north, he said. 
" We climbed up over the moraine, which was a huge 
one, and started straight up the glacier, instead of 
across it. 
" ' I've noticed, Dick,' says father, after a while, ' that 
wo don't hear the volcano as plainly as we did. Do you 
suppose it's dying down a little ? ' 
" ^ I'm afraid not,' says Uncle Richard. 
Why afraid?' 
