Sherburne ordered the main body of the troop to halt in a forested and sheltered glen in the side of the mountain, and, choosing Harry, St. Clair, Langdon, the guide Wallace, and six others, he advanced with them on foot. It was difficult climbing, and more than once they were bruised by falls, but they learned to regard such accidents as trifles, and ardent of spirit they pressed forward. “I think we'll get a good view,” said Sherburne. “See how brilliantly the sun is shining in the valley.” “Yes, and the mists on the crests are clearing away,” said Harry. “Then with the aid of the glasses we can get a sweep up the valley for many miles. Now boys, here we go! up! up!” If it had not been for the bushes they could never have made the ascent, as they were now in the region of snow and ice and the slopes were like glass. Often they were compelled to crawl, and it was necessary, too, to exercise a good deal of care in crawling. St. Clair groaned as he rose after climbing a rock, and brushed the knees of his fine gray trousers. “Cheer up, Arthur,” said Langdon, “it could have been worse. The sharp stones there might have cut holes through them.” But in spite of every difficulty and danger they went steadily toward the summit, and streamers of mist yet floating about the mountain often enclosed them in a damp shroud. Obviously, however, the clouds and vapors were thinning, and soon the last shred would float away. “It ain't more'n a hundred feet more to the top,” said Wallace, “an' it's shore that the sun will be shinin' there.” “Shining for us, of course,” said Langdon. “It's a good omen.” “I wish I could always look for the best as you do, Tom,” said St. Clair. “I'm glad I can. Gay hearts are better than riches. As sure as I climb, Arthur, I see the top.” “Yes, there it is, the nice snowy bump above us.” They dragged themselves upon the loftiest crest, and, panting, stood there for a few minutes in several inches of snow. Then the wind caught up the last shreds and tatters of mist, and whipped them away southward. Every one of them drew a deep, sharp breath, as the great panorama of the valley to the northward and far below was unrolled before them. The brilliant sunshine of early spring played over everything, but far down in the valley they seemed to see by contrast the true summer of the sunny south, which is often far from sunny. But seen from the top of the mountain the valley was full of golden rays. Now the roofs of the villages showed plainly and they saw with distinctness the long silver lines that marked the flowing of the rivers and creeks. To the east and to the west further than the eye could reach rose the long line of dim blue mountains that enclosed the valley.