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day was beautiful, a windless, cloudless, cold,
a and the view opening about us on all sides seemed infinite; but the climb was muscle-tiring, throat-parching, head-throbbing work, and there was not much conversation. I think the last thousand feet on rock was the easiest part of the climb, however, for footing and hand-holds were good, and when you placed your foot on a ledge, you knew that both the foot and the ledge were going to stay right there.
Aa -, our Consul, was the first American ever to set foot on the top, and the rest of us followed in quick succession.
a Over the Bunch,a said Am., as he sat himself down on a comfortable rock.
Of the view I suppose I must speak, for it was the great feature of the expedition; but a view from a very high mountain does not lend itself to the limitation of words. Too many elements enter into it. There is the fatigue of the climb, the exhilaration of the altitude, the humming of blood in your ears, and all the fleeting glories of sunlight and atmosphere a there is also a suggestion of infinity that transcends juggling with the alphabet. Suffice it to say that, near at hand, were the mighty sister-peaks, and round about, a host of lesser dignitaries like lords about the