any moment. Socks and shoes festooned all other available places near
the stove.

Along about 4:30 food again tempted us, giving us energy to complete
our homeward journey. Coming down was decidedly different from
going up,—all we had to do was to run, leap, or slide and clutch at the
odd tree or branch to steady our headlong rush. At Mosquito Creek
we refreshed ourselves with a drink of water, spruced up a bit, and then
hiked on to the car, for which we had to run. Once more on the ferry
we were able to relax, and, keyed up by the bracing mountain air, we
enjoyed our journey home, tired but all feeling delighted with our trip.
The next two days we amused our fellow students with our stiffness and

lameness, but we had the hike to look back upon.

It is in hopes that such a trip will be repeated, not only during this term
possibly, but at any time during the school years yet to come.

—EULA B. WALKER.