Jerrine got herself a can of water, and we breakfasted. Shortly
afterwards we started again. We didn't know where we were going, but we
were on our way.

That day was more toilsome than the last, but a very happy one. The
meadowlarks kept singing like they were glad to see us. But we were
still climbing and soon got beyond the larks and sage chickens and up
into the timber, where there are lots of grouse. We stopped to noon by
a little lake, where I got two small squirrels and a string of trout.
We had some trout for dinner and salted the rest with the squirrels in
an empty can for future use. I was anxious to get a grouse and kept
close watch, but was never quick enough. Our progress was now slower
and more difficult, because in places we could scarcely get through the
forest. Fallen trees were everywhere and we had to avoid the branches,
which was powerful hard to do. Besides, it was quite dusky among the
trees long before night, but it was all so grand and awe-inspiring.
Occasionally there was an opening through which we could see the snowy
peaks, seemingly just beyond us, toward which we were headed. But when
you get among such grandeur you get to feel how little you are and how
foolish is human endeavor, except that which reunites us with the
mighty force called God. I was plumb uncomfortable, because all my own
efforts have always been just to make the best of everything and to
take things as they come.

At last we came to an open side of the mountain where the trees were
scattered. We were facing south and east, and the mountain we were on
sheered away in a dangerous slant. Beyond us still greater wooded
mountains blocked the way, and in the cañon between night had already
fallen. I began to get scary. I could only think of bears and
catamounts, so, as it was five o'clock, we decided to camp. The trees