Rock-climbing in the English Lake District . THE OBLIQUE CHIMNEY 127 In five minutes we had assembled there, anddecided tliat we were still distressingly hungry. Ifelt in my pocket for more crumbs, but only broughtout stones. We hurried up to the cairn at thehighest point of the mountain. It looked a pictureof Alpine solitude. Not a trace of the classic, nohope of our lunch. Fresh snow had fallen during thelast hour or two, and had obliterated all signs of hisvisit. Nay, worse, we had not that implicit confi-dence in his knowledge of the district to feel certainthat he had found his way safely
Rock-climbing in the English Lake District . THE OBLIQUE CHIMNEY 127 In five minutes we had assembled there, anddecided tliat we were still distressingly hungry. Ifelt in my pocket for more crumbs, but only broughtout stones. We hurried up to the cairn at thehighest point of the mountain. It looked a pictureof Alpine solitude. Not a trace of the classic, nohope of our lunch. Fresh snow had fallen during thelast hour or two, and had obliterated all signs of hisvisit. Nay, worse, we had not that implicit confi-dence in his knowledge of the district to feel certainthat he had found his way safely down to Wast dale,for he had never been on the mountain before ; norwas he quite so familiar with the mountain mists aswe proud climbers of the Oblique Chimney. But hehad the laugh of us that night! We expressedsorrow for the poor man, and then with a sigh turnedto consider our own position. It was a trifle un-pleasant to be on the summit of Great Gable aftersix on a snowy winters night, with somethingof a wind blowing through us and
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