to. That yellow fiend used the light as a decoy. The branch

bivouac became most uncomfortable; but spreading my blankets on the

snow and covering them with Indian matting, I turned in and slept

with that soundness and refreshment accorded by nature to one

exhausted by fatigue. When I awoke in the morning I found myself

under about two feet of snow, from which I arose with difficulty, yet

grateful that it had kept me warm during the night.

After a cup of coffee and a little hard bread, it was decided we

should return to the main camp near the Mission, for we were now