He was ignorant of the white man's talk.

But he was a master of gesticulation; and when, in climbing their first mountain, David discovered muscles in his legs and back that he had never known of before, Kio laughingly sympathized with him and assured him in vivid pantomime that he would soon get used to it.

Their first night they camped almost at the summit of the mountain.
Kio wanted to make the warmth of the valley beyond, but those new muscles in David's legs and back declared otherwise.

Strawberries were ripening in the deeper valleys, but up where they were it was cold.

A bitter wind came off the snow on the peaks, and David could smell the pungent fog of the clouds.