Snap: A legend of the Lone MountainPhillipps-Wolley, Clive
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Snap: A legend of the Lone Mountain
Phillipps-Wolley, Clive
Canadian Rockies (B.C. and Alta.) -- Fiction; English fiction -- 19th century; Mountaineering -- Fiction
'Four-point blankets!' remarked Dick, 'and a thirty-dollar robe,
anyway. Is there anything else?'
'Yes,' replied the boy, 'some instruments--a dozen, I should think--a
big flask, a big pipe, and a lot of round tins of provisions with
"Silver, Cornhill" on them.'
'Throw them down, Snap, I'll catch them,' cried Dick, 'and bring the
pipe and the flask with you, and then we'll try to get to the boys.'
Snap obeyed, and in another minute swung himself out of the car and
dropped beside his companion.
'It is pretty thin rope, this,' remarked Dick, handling one of the
coils which Snap had thrown to him, 'but it seems uncommonly strong
too. What is this, anyway?' he added, pointing to a thin red strand
which ran through the rope.
Snap looked at it for a moment, and then, clapping his hand on Dick's
shoulder, rejoined, 'We're right now, old chap; that is an Alpine
Club rope, or at any rate made like them, and is as tough as wire.
Whales wouldn't break it or razors cut it, never fear; if it's long
enough we'll have Towzer and Frank up here in no time.'
By splicing the ropes together Snap found that he could just reach
his friends, so that he and Dick started without more ado, and,
climbing down the chimney again for some time, got on to its other
wall, and thence to a point from which the rope could be lowered to
Frank's crevice. As it hung for some time unnoticed by the boys,
Dick began to fidget.
'I reckon they've gone to sleep. That Towzer's a holy terror for
slumbering,' he remarked.
'They can't have fallen out, can they, Dick?' asked Snap anxiously.
'No, no, not they!' replied he; 'and I expect it's just because they
don't want to that we don't get a bite at our line. Swing it in a
bit if you can; you see they daren't reach out for it.'
'True for you!' said Snap, and began vigorously to agitate the rope.
But he soon found that it requires time and considerable skill to
make the end of a rope 200 ft. long obey your bidding, and he was
almost in despair, when the rope suddenly began as it were of itself
to swing in the right direction.
'At last!' he ejaculated as the rope after swinging in a little
further than usual failed to return.
On the end of the rope they had fastened a note to Towzer in these
words: 'Tie Frank on to the line securely, give two tugs when you are
ready, and let him swing out gently; we'll haul him up.'
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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