The Calhoun chronicle. [volume] (Grantsville, W. Va.) 1883-1984, 1901-01-15


Front Range of mount
thern Colorado. 1t was
go, and he had but one
'dnlv-. II his adventure, Mr.. Yer
III. kellogg, now n professor In
ford University.
spite the difficulties OF the way
the surrounding storm, we made
progress upward. and i'm half an
turned to the left and began
ing along the side of the mount.
&c our trials began in earnest.
storm was upon us in all its fury.
wind blew almost hurricane.
he air was so filed with sleet and
snow that it was impossible to
more than twenty yards in any d.
don. There would he an occasion
lull in the tumult, when we could
e in our surroundings for a mo-
mt, but another cloud would en-
op us and fill the air with driving
"ents of frozen mist.
our after hour we struggled on
i the nervous, frantic energy born
operation.
rocks and snow were covered
ce thin as tissue paper, which
many a hard fall, and made
tep n source OF peril. The
the wind, too, threw us down
lily. and we were bruised from
TO foot. If we had carried steel
ed poles instead of guns, they
q have been of great service: the
were now as much hindrance
~ s5ugh we were soon TO find
'.seful.
hands and faces suffered terri
)m the bitter cold, and the for
we're so numb that we dropped
nns repeatedly. Hair and cloth
ere matted with ice like a coat of
We realized that our progress
cry slow, as we had not vet
the great snow-field extending
timber-line to the summit the
of which we had crossed i'm as
ng the gorge. On and on we
cred, feeling our way over the
cry surface, and becoming weak
very moment from the hard strug-
the rarelied air of the mountain
lie stumbling over mass Of ice.
ed boulders, ! heard an eXcItcd
nation and, looking up. saw Kel.
sink down behind rock which
led a slight shelter from the icy
m | reached him he looked up
ND, "Old boy. this is the worst
e were ever in. / guess we're
end Of our roTer' Both realized
the situation was desperate. al
hop less. There was no sign of
ment OF the storm. and weak
and enfcebled as we were by the
struggle. If we should not he able
oss the steep snow field when we
he'd it, death from exhaustion and
sure would be a matter of only n
hours
p dreaded to think. Of that snow
remembering how steep il had
" azed upward from the
corning. and knowing
must be i'm now with
ID ice on the surface.
Z thought best to rest
lay down beside
about fifteen minutes
struggle. weak MS be-
colder. but we had re.
ind, a hard thing to keep
de.
Ow 4 O'clock-ten hours
70 camp, and four since the
with the storm began. The
or life could not last much
and painfully we pushed for
wiling on all-fours most Of
1 chewed savagely ON
tough grouse, the only re-
If our dinner.
uld we ever rcacl the snow. feId2
riblo thought crossed my mind.
If we had lost the direction ana
DING the wrong way? 7 did not
5n my fears TO Kellogg. What
bc use?
~ Few moments we san. down
e faces to recover our breath. At
tihes J found my mind wander
nd could not think clearly. Kel-
made several remarks without
Tticulor meaning, and his face
mt, sullen look. Almost the
Ope was gone. There was
ing, no whining. only n
desperation which made
keep moving TO the last
rough n rift I'm "a clouds
rds ahead, we tw the
re of the lons-lo 'ed-for.
onshcd for
ne edge
10 was
gle Of