The mule rolled over and over until the bottom was reached, and we supposed of course the poor animal was dashed to pieces.

What was our surprise, not long after we had gone into bivouac, to see the lost mule, cargo and owner coming up the ascent.

The load had protected the animal from serious injury; and his owner had gone after him and found a way back to the path leading up to the hut where we were to stay.
The night at the Vaqueria was one of the most unpleasant I ever knew.
It was very cold and the rain fell in torrents.

A little higher up the rain ceased and snow began.

The wind blew with great velocity.