So we determined to push on and do what we had proposed.

With the prospect of a magnificent view and an hour's delicious rest on the top, we started with renewed courage.

A steady climb of six hours brought us to the goal of promise; our ascent was accomplished.

But alas! it was impossible to stop there--the cold wind chilled us to the bone in a minute.

So we took one glance at the world below and hurried down the south side to get the mountain between us and the cold northeaster.
When your teeth are chattering with the cold, and the wind threatening to make havoc with your raiment, you are not in a favorable condition to appreciate grand scenery.