Outing . splashed into puddles, crossed culverts, went throughall the business of proceeding along aroad—and apparently got mists opened grudgingly before usand closed in behind. As far as know-ing what the country was like, I mightas well have been blindfolded. From Manning I elicited piecemealsome few and vague ideas. This meager-ness was not due to a disinclination onMannings part, but only to the factthat he never quite grasped my interestin mere surroundings. Yes, said he, itwas a pretty flat country and some , there were mountains, some waysoff, though. Not many tree
Outing . splashed into puddles, crossed culverts, went throughall the business of proceeding along aroad—and apparently got mists opened grudgingly before usand closed in behind. As far as know-ing what the country was like, I mightas well have been blindfolded. From Manning I elicited piecemealsome few and vague ideas. This meager-ness was not due to a disinclination onMannings part, but only to the factthat he never quite grasped my interestin mere surroundings. Yes, said he, itwas a pretty flat country and some , there were mountains, some waysoff, though. Not many trees, but some—what you might call a few. And soon, until I gave it up. Mountains,trees, brush and flat land! One couldconstruct any and all landscapes withsuch building blocks as those. Now, as has been hinted, I was dressedfor Southern California, and the fog wasvery damp and chill. The light overcoatI wore failed utterly to exclude it. Atfirst I had been comfortable enoueh, but 646 THE OUTING MAGAZINE. SHU MARCHING AROUND AND AROUND THE TOWER,BEATING THE LONG ROLL ON HIS DRUM as mile succeeded mile the cold of thatwinter land fog penetrated to the answer to my comment Manning re-plied cheerfully in the words of an oldsaw: A winters fogWill freeze a dog said he. I agreed with him. We continued tojog on. Manning detailed what I thenthought were hunting lies as to theabundance of game, but which I after-ward discovered were only sober too far gone in the miseries ofabject cold I remembered his formercalling, and glancing sideways at hisbronzed, soldierly face, wished I hadgumption enough left to start him goingon some of his Indian campaigns. It wastoo late; I had not the gumption; I wastoo cold. Now I believe I am fairlywell qualified to know whenI really feel cold. I haveslept out with the thermom-eter out of sight somewheredown near the bulb; I oncesnowshoed nine miles andthen, overheated from thatexertion, drove thirty-fivewithout additional
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