But when early that morning a guide had come over from Dungeon Ghyl, and reported that the young gentleman had certainly not returned there, the two 'Varsity men became alarmed, and turned out to search.

There was no sign of him on the Wastdale side of the mountain; and, getting more and more alarmed, they went on to the summit.

There they discovered a crushed-up _Daily News_ and two or three stained pages of a guide-book.

Glad of any clue, they followed the track down towards Dungeon Ghyl, and at last came upon the poor fellow, fairly exhausted with hunger, fatigue, and rheumatism.
They gave him what partially revived him, and then with the care and tenderness of two big brothers carried him down the steep side of Rosset Ghyl, and so on to the hotel.

There they kept him under their special care, day and night, and never left him till he was well enough to return home to his anxious family.
Since then Bartholomew Bumpus has made several ascents of Scafell Pike, but he has never again, I believe, stayed up there all night to see the sunrise.