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Rh gorge, a surveyor was injured by a fall. He lay for days in that land of awful distances, starving, freezing, until his mind wandered and death came to rescue him. His note-book, found beside his body, told a pathetic tale. He had heard the men shouting to their horses as they dragged supplies



up to the Mt. Algidus Station; but the help for which he looked never came.

Such storms as I experienced come in close succession in the winter months, burying everything under many feet of snow. The night frosts clutch everything with a grip of iron. Cascades become threads of shining icicles. Nothing but the main body of the streams resist the binding cold.