Forest leaves . mit of Mt. Marcy, may prove of interest, andperhaps even be of historic value. When the Vice-Presidents private secretary, Loeb. ay as at NorthCreek, the railroad terminus, frantically trying to communicate withhim by telephone, Mr. Roosevelt was fifty miles away, on the highestpeak in the State, entirely ignoranl of President McKinleys suddenchange for the worse, as the last word he had received before leavingthe clubhouse—a delayed dispatch from Secretary Cortelyou in Buf-falo—stated that the President was then considered to be out of FOREST LEAVES clanger. Tims it was that w
Forest leaves . mit of Mt. Marcy, may prove of interest, andperhaps even be of historic value. When the Vice-Presidents private secretary, Loeb. ay as at NorthCreek, the railroad terminus, frantically trying to communicate withhim by telephone, Mr. Roosevelt was fifty miles away, on the highestpeak in the State, entirely ignoranl of President McKinleys suddenchange for the worse, as the last word he had received before leavingthe clubhouse—a delayed dispatch from Secretary Cortelyou in Buf-falo—stated that the President was then considered to be out of FOREST LEAVES clanger. Tims it was that when at length the belated telegrams, tele-phoned to Tahawas, ten miles smith, and from there carried by swifthorses to the clubhouse, reached thai place, David Hunter, superin-tendent of the club, had no way of knowing with certainty the where-abouts of his distinguished guest. The following passage from an ad-mirable article which appeared in the New York Herald graphicallydescribes the scene that GUIDE NOAH I,A CASSE, Who Accompanied President Roosevelt to the Summit ofMt. Marcy. A little after ten oclock the unemployed guides were sittingaround the roaring fire in their room at the Upper Clubhouse swappingthe usual yarns, when a team from Tahawas. covered with mud fromthe ten miles of wretched road, dashed up. A wondering silence fellover the company. David Hunter, the superintendent of the club, arosefrom his seat and went out. In a few moments he returned, and, lookingaround the room, said: « FOREST LBAVBS Boys, there is bad news from the President. Who will carrythe message to Mr. Slow of speech, but quick of thought and action, are the Adiron-dack guides. It was hard to tell which of the party arose first. The task fell to Harrison Hall, tall, thin, weather-beaten. Everyone of his swift, noiseless movements, as he quietly made ready for thetrip, revealed the trained woodsman. By half-past ten his swingingstride carried him over the tiny foot b
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