CHAPTER LVI.
There are two times in a man's life when he should not speculate: when he can't afford it, and when he can.
-- Pudd'nhead Wilson's New Calendar.
On Monday and Tuesday at sunrise we again had fair-to-middling views of the stupendous mountains; then, being well cooled off and refreshed, we were ready to chance the weather of the lower world once more.
We traveled up hill by the regular train five miles to the summit, then changed to a little canvas-canopied hand-car for the 35-mile descent.

It was the size of a sleigh, it had six seats and was so low that it seemed to rest on the ground.

It had no engine or other propelling power, and needed none to help it fly down those steep inclines.

It only needed a strong brake, to modify its flight, and it had that.

There was a story of a disastrous trip made down the mountain once in this little car by the Lieutenant-Governor of Bengal, when the car jumped the track and threw its passengers over a precipice.