Across the continent by the Lincoln Highway . nd some heavier pieces of timberwhich they had torn from the dropping boards they put in the rut in front of the wheelsin order that they might get a grip when once theystarted. The heavier timbers they used as so by dint of hard work and by the help of twoyoung men who passed in their motor half an hourafter our arrival, the front wheel was pried out ofthe sticky mud, and the car was once more gottenon firm ground. It was past one oclock when weclimbed up the bare road to the high town of Austinand went to the International H
Across the continent by the Lincoln Highway . nd some heavier pieces of timberwhich they had torn from the dropping boards they put in the rut in front of the wheelsin order that they might get a grip when once theystarted. The heavier timbers they used as so by dint of hard work and by the help of twoyoung men who passed in their motor half an hourafter our arrival, the front wheel was pried out ofthe sticky mud, and the car was once more gottenon firm ground. It was past one oclock when weclimbed up the bare road to the high town of Austinand went to the International Hotel for our lunch-eon. What with lack of sleep and his long fast was quite worn out. A good luncheon preparedby a Japanese cook and served by a natty andvery debonair Japanese waiter put us all in bettertrim. Two miles beyond Austin we were 9000 feetabove sea level. As we reached this height wecould, looking back, see Austin below us. We alsohad a fine view of the desert mountains. Here Ibegan to understand the conformation of the Ne-. C8 > 4»Z « Q •9 s5 -5 n c BY THE LINCOLN HIGHWAY 133 vada country. We were passing from one greatvalley into another, hour after hour. When Ilooked on the map of Nevada, I found a series ofshort mountain ranges. I could see what we weredoing in our travel. We were descending into avalley, crossing its immense width, coming up onto a more or less lofty pass, usually bare, and de-scending into another valley. It was very fasci-nating, this rising and falling with always the newvista of a new valley just opening before us. But now came tribulations. Mr. N. had evi-dently wrenched his machine in his struggle to freeit the night before. He began to have trouble, andtraveled more and more haltingly a little way be-hind us. T. felt a personal responsibility for himand we were continually stopping to wait for we halted at the head of a pass beforeplunging down what turned out to be a long de-scent. We had just climbed up from a
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