Yonkers-on-Hudson and Manila:
World Book Company,
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IN THE MULE-WAGON
Our night on the porch floor was not a long one, for we were all up at half-past four again the next morning. We still had many miles to drive before we reached the highest mountains, and it was better for the mules to do their heavy pulling before the sun beat down on them too hot. So before sunrise we were off, our mules trotting gaily through the dark, quiet forest.
There were now great mountains on all sides of us, higher and steeper than any I have ever seen even in pictures. Suddenly the top of the highest one seemed