2/38 The morning was cold, and one by one the porters, Garratt Skinner, and Walter Hine, gathered about the blaze. It was very still; no sound was heard at all but the movement in the camp; even on the glacier a thousand feet below, where all night long the avalanches had thundered, in the frost of the early morning there was silence. "How did you sleep, Wallie ?" "Very little. Besides, I slipped and fell a hundred times at the corner of the path," he said, with a shiver. |