However it kept us alive, and we curled up together and slept, for the night was cool, and we had to make the little blanket do its best.

We thought we ought to find a little game, but we had not seen any to shoot since we started.
In the morning the trail led us toward the snow, and as we went along, a brave old crow surprised us by lighting on a bush near the trail, and we surprised him by killing him with a charge of shot.

"Here's your fresh meat," said Rogers as he put it into his knapsack to cook for supper, and marched on.

As we approached the summit we could see, on the high mountains south of us, some trees, and when we came near the highest part of our road there were some juniper trees near it, which was very encouraging.

We crossed over several miles of hard snow, but it moistened up our moccassins and made them soft and uncomfortable.