I did this to beat the Indian in his own cunning.
Next morning I reached the summit about nine o'clock, and had the grandest view I ever saw.

I could see north and south almost forever.
The surrounding region seemed lower, but much of it black, mountainous and barren.

On the west the snow peak shut out the view in that direction.

To the south the mountains seemed to descend for more than twenty miles, and near the base, perhaps ten miles away, were several smokes, apparently from camp fires, and as I could see no animals or camp wagons anywhere I presumed them to be Indians.

A few miles to the north and east of where I stood, and somewhat higher, was the roughest piece of ground I ever saw.