her would be
plenty of exercise.

That forenoon she insisted on carrying Hazel's pack, and did more real
work on the trail than any other girl of the party. They were above
the timber line, though there was little timber below it, the side of
the mountain having been fire-swept long before that. The only green
to be seen immediately about them were the blue-berry bushes and
similar mountain vegetation that flourished in the crevices of the
rocks.

It was early in the afternoon when they emerged on the summit of the
mountain and gazed off over its gray top, that, flanked by other domes
of the Sandwich range, reminded one of the past ages and the
fascinating legends of the Sokokis. The summit was rough and rugged,
though devoid of big boulders such as are usually to be found in
similar locations.

"You are now three thousand five hundred feet in the air," announced
the guide, rather proudly.

"Ith that what maketh Buthter tho uppithh thith afternoon?" questioned
Tommy.

"It may be what makes you so light-headed," retorted Margery.

"There! Now, will you be good?" jeered Jane.

"Yeth. That wath a good one. Too bad you don't thay thomething bright
every day. Think what a lot more fun we would have, Buthter."

An hour was spent strolling about the summit, looking off at the
magnificent scenery which stretched on all sides of them.

A cup of coffee apiece was made and drunk, but fire-making material was
so scarce that no attempt was made to cook a meal. About mid-afternoon
the party was called to attention and directed to shoulder their packs
preparatory to their long tramp down the mountain side to the Shelter,
where fresh clothing and food awaited them. They left the summit with
regret. Harriet said she would give a great deal to see a sunrise from
there.

"Wait for Mt. Washington," answered Janus. "I shan't tell you anything
about it, but, once you are there, you will be glad you decided to
climb it."

Instead of climbing down over the rocks the party took what is known
among mountaineers as a "tote trail," a narrow pathway generally used
for packing stuff into the mountains on the backs of human beings.
This "tote trail" was a winding trail full of twists and turns and
surprises, now appearing to end at some high precipice, then creeping
around the corner of a huge jutting rock, but ever dropping and
dropping farther and farther away from the summit and nearer to the
"Shelter," which was their