The only green
to be seen immediately about them were the blue-berry bushes and
similar mountain vegetation that flourished in the crevices of the
rocks.
It was early in the afternoon when they emerged on the summit of the
mountain and gazed off over its gray top, that, flanked by other domes
of the Sandwich range, reminded one of the past ages and the
fascinating legends of the Sokokis. The summit was rough and rugged,
though devoid of big boulders such as are usually to be found in
similar locations.
"You are now three thousand five hundred feet in the air," announced
the guide, rather proudly.
"Ith that what maketh Buthter tho uppithh thith afternoon?" questioned
Tommy.
"It may be what makes you so light-headed," retorted Margery.
"There! Now, will you be good?" jeered Jane.
"Yeth. That wath a good one. Too bad you don't thay thomething bright
every day. Think what a lot more fun we would have, Buthter."
An hour was spent strolling about the summit, looking off at the
magnificent scenery which stretched on all sides of them.
A cup of coffee apiece was made and drunk, but fire-making material was
so scarce that no attempt was made to cook a meal.
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