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.