Nogales international., 1929-07-05
CHAPTER XI.
THE soUP-BoWL.

Ny skis went under him and I
went over him. 1t hardly seems pos
sible that an object moving as rapidly
as | was could have been brought to
full stop in so short distance.
Hemingway made wonderful buff
fer. l was hardly hurt a bit, and
was very glad to cease moving for a
few moments with more parts of me
resting on the ground than just my
feet.
Hemingway scrambled to his feet.
To my aniazement, he held one snow
shoe in his hand and while I looked he
brought it down over my head.
''You dang murderer" he shouted
by way of emphasis to the blow.
"What'd you try to kill me for?"
"Wh-what's that?" I calculated.
"Do you think I did it on purpose?"
"Of coursel Otherwise why didn't
you slow up or jump over me?"
I maintained a digniied silence.
What possible answer could I return to
a fool query like that? Why didn't l
u.2 over him? Why doesn't Taft
.lold The pole-vault record?
When my skis were readjusted
where had strained the footStraps by
tripping over him proceeded the rest
of the way down hill.
Helnnlingway joined me a little
later, linlping.
Use long stick dragging in the
snow to make them go slower" he Of
fered contenptuously.
How do you know7" I asked
Pictures" he explained tersely.
I reco1lected something like that my
If, now that he had mentioned it
Oh remember the Photograph
aceful young man in taSsled car
sweater poised in mid-air half way
one rise of ground to another, ir
AID long pole, on his face a non,
1, mt smile?
y pSle was what l needed most.
.cugi1: could manage the nonchalant
rcilc myself.
cut myself branch of tree. Il
ii great help. used it in climbing
a next incline and leaned heavily
coming down on the other side.
cE the most part we travelled in ST.
i, :. Once we had an argument as
neither or not we were proceeding
correct direction. l thought we
= right and he maintained that we
bearing too far to the left.
TO so due east" he insisted, ''We
ought to head directly toward the sun.
No." ] argued. mot at this time
OF year. In the winter the sun is quite
ways south. So, to go east, we ought
to keep the sun little to the right"
finally convinced him, or he got
tired of arguing. Anyway, we went
my way. l still maintain that we
would have reached Fair Oaks in that
direction had it not been for the &C
cident
We passed through a gully that was
pretty thickly grown up with hardwood
timber 1t was narrow and deep dry
wash and lots of snow had drifted into
it.
had gotten across it safely and was
proceeding without looking back, when
a muffled cry of ''Help!" caused me to
tQrn around.
Hemingway was nowhere in sight
Slightly puzzled, | went back. He
had certainly been close behind me.
| found him in the gully up over his
head in snow. His snowshees lay or
top, melancholy monuments of his
whereabouts. looked down at him ii
amazernent.
What's happened?" l asked. GLOW
did you get down there?"
q fell off my snowshoes," he ex-
planned briefly. Il tripped, and il
trying to save myself | stepped out Of
the loops that fastened the fool things
ON my feet. l didn't realize how thir
a crust it was here or how deep it wa;
underneath it. 1t wouldn't hd11 me ant
I fell through; that's all"
AS far as my experience won't it was
an unprecedented situation.
Cant you climb out1" I asked.