“You came down the head wall of the Gulf, you say?” the man asked. “Well, did you notice the first waterfall you came to after you reached the bottom of the wall and started down toward the Gulf camp?” “Gee, there was nothing but waterfalls,” said Peanut. “Exactly, but there are some real falls on the trail, though, and some which are only rapids. Anyhow, the upper fall was named in the summer of 1908, by Warren W. Hart, a Boston lawyer who cut the trail up to the head wall. Weetamo Fall, he called it, in honor of Queen Weetamo, the sister-in-law of the famous Indian chief, King Philip. Maybe you boys know all about her?” “Know about King Philip,” said Peanut, “but can’t say I’m intimate with his sister-in-law.” “That’s a pity,” said the man, “because she was a fine woman. Her husband, King Philip’s older brother, Alexander (or Wamsutta) was also a chief. After he died, Weetamo married again, several times, each time seeking to bind the New England tribes into a stronger alliance. Some say she married three times, some say five or more. Mr. Hart, when he cut the new trail you boys came up this afternoon, decided to give the lady a liberal allowance, so he made it six. The Six Husbands’ Trail is named in honor of the husbands of Weetamo, the Indian chieftainess.” “There, Peanut, now you know!” laughed Art. “I like it, too,” Peanut declared. “I don’t see why more of these mountains and places aren’t named after Indians, or with Indian names, like Moosilauke and Pemigewassett and Ammonoosuc. Why should this mountain be called Madison, for instance? _He_ didn’t discover it, or even ever see it, maybe.” “Who did discover the White Mountains, by the way?” asked Rob. “I never thought of that before.” The same man who had answered before again replied. He seemed to know all about these hills. “Mount Washington, which was named in the first years of Washington’s administration, when all sorts of things were being named for him, was the first mountain climbed in the United States,” he said. “Darby Field accomplished it in 1642, after a trip of exploration in from the coast, through the then trackless forest. The only account of the trip is in Governor John Winthrop’s journal, which you’ll find in your public library, or it ought to be there, if it isn’t. Field was accompanied by two Indians. It took them eighteen days to get here and back. At the foot of the ascent was an Indian village, but these Indians dared accompany him no nearer the top than eight miles, as they never climbed mountains. His own two Indians went on with him. From the fact that his ascent was, he says, for the last twelve miles over bare rocks, he evidently came up over the southern ridges somewhere, possibly the Giant’s Stairs and Boott Spur. The north peaks were not explored and named till 1820, less than a hundred years ago. Lafayette, over in Franconia, was not climbed till 1826.” “But weren’t there any Indian names for these mountains?” Peanut persisted.