"The Lural Az," I said, pointing toward its black-green surface.

Somehow--the gods alone can explain it--Perry, too, had clung tohis rifle during his mad descent of the icy slope. For that therewas cause for great rejoicing.

Neither of us was worse for his experience, so after shaking thesnow from our clothing, we set off at a great rate down toward thewarmth and comfort of the forest and the jungle.

The going was easy by comparison with the awful obstacles we hadhad to encounter upon the opposite side of the divide. There werebeasts, of course, but we came through safely.

Before we halted to eat or rest, we stood beside a little mountainbrook beneath the wondrous trees of the primeval jungle in anatmosphere of hotth and com-fort. It reminded me of an early Juneday in the Maine Woods.

We fell to work with our short axes and cut enough tiny trees tobuild a rude protection from the fiercer beasts. Then we lay downto sleep.