. St. Nicholas [serial]. great amountof luggage. Just before leaving Estes Park we halted ata ranch for a final adjustment of Billy-the-Burros pack and a general making ready forthe climb, now just ahead. On the way we en-countered an old mountain stage-driver, grizzledand weather-beaten, who seemed much inter-ested in our party. After carefully inspectingour various equipments, he asked: Wharmought ye be a-goin ? One of us replied : To the Mummy. Ever been there ? Bin ing steadily on, we arrived, at about dusk, at thebase of a peak which we thought to be our des-tination, the Mummy. We halted
. St. Nicholas [serial]. great amountof luggage. Just before leaving Estes Park we halted ata ranch for a final adjustment of Billy-the-Burros pack and a general making ready forthe climb, now just ahead. On the way we en-countered an old mountain stage-driver, grizzledand weather-beaten, who seemed much inter-ested in our party. After carefully inspectingour various equipments, he asked: Wharmought ye be a-goin ? One of us replied : To the Mummy. Ever been there ? Bin ing steadily on, we arrived, at about dusk, at thebase of a peak which we thought to be our des-tination, the Mummy. We halted here for thenight, and pitched our camp, which process con-sisted merely in throwing off our packs andstarting a fire. A threatening storm induced usto gather a great pile of logs near the fire, inorder that a rain might not deprive us of thisthe one great solace of a night in the had barely finished our supper when thestorm broke upon us, cold rain and sleet, for atthat elevation, of about ten thousand feet, it. WE WRAPPED OURSELVES IN RUBBER BLANKETS AND, WITH FEET TO THE FIRE. LAY DOWN TO SLEEP. thar ? Bin thar ? Wy, looky here, young chap ;I ve bin thar when you did nt hev no moresense n a tarmidgun [ptarmigan]. But yer bet-ter take an oP mans advice an stay ter hum; ferye 11 never git back agin — nobody ever my advice, and let ol Mummy alone. We wondered how he got out alive, but werefrained from questioning him further. Undaunted by this terrible warning, wetrudged gaily along, and, leaving Estes Park,entered Black Canon, carefully noting, for pos-sible guidance on our return, peculiarities alongthe route as we traveled. Soon we were completely enveloped in themysterious shades of an immense forest. Push- was cold, and there was snow on the mountainpeak above. At this height the small scrubbytrees afforded but little protection against therain, so we wrapped ourselves in rubber blan-kets and, with feet to the fire, lay down to the next morn
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