Outing . MY BARREN BIVOUAC SCANNING THE COUNTRY ones self up. And how slippery themoss was, and how my back ached, andhow I sweated! We rested every fiftyyards or less, for often it was a sheerupward climb. The others were palpa-bly tired—that was my only consolation—and there was very little conversationas we sat puffing during the rests. Asfor myself, I must confess that my 135pounds were very nearly unequal to thetask of my pack, and I went up thatmountain gorge on my nerve alone. About half-way up, during one of thepauses, I took off my knapsack, whichrested badly on the top of my pack, in
Outing . MY BARREN BIVOUAC SCANNING THE COUNTRY ones self up. And how slippery themoss was, and how my back ached, andhow I sweated! We rested every fiftyyards or less, for often it was a sheerupward climb. The others were palpa-bly tired—that was my only consolation—and there was very little conversationas we sat puffing during the rests. Asfor myself, I must confess that my 135pounds were very nearly unequal to thetask of my pack, and I went up thatmountain gorge on my nerve alone. About half-way up, during one of thepauses, I took off my knapsack, whichrested badly on the top of my pack, in-tending to tie it on more securely. Butwhen we were ready to start again Imissed the sack, and a glance showed methat little Donald Ross had quietly slungit over his shoulder. For a moment pridestruggled with common sense, finally tosuccumb. Little Dan wobbled sadly upthe incline with that top-heavy knapsackfalling one way and then the other, butnever complaining. When at last we 414 OUTING reached t
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