W. Crispin Sheppard, The Rambler club in the mountains (1910)
“ The timber line was left behind. There was nothing now but stunted vegetation, barren rocks, and, above them, perpetual snow."And this," observed Havens, waving his hand, "is the home of the big horn and mountain goat. Is it getting too steep for you?" He dislodged a rock, which rattled noisily down the incline."It's dangerous; besides, we can't see," grumbled the "poet." "In a few minutes, it will be like trying to climb up the side of a cathedral." ”
