About mid-afternoon
the party was called to attention and directed to shoulder their packs
preparatory to their long tramp down the mountain side to the Shelter,
where fresh clothing and food awaited them. They left the summit with
regret. Harriet said she would give a great deal to see a sunrise from
there.
"Wait for Mt. Washington," answered Janus. "I shan't tell you anything
about it, but, once you are there, you will be glad you decided to
climb it."
Instead of climbing down over the rocks the party took what is known
among mountaineers as a "tote trail," a narrow pathway generally used
for packing stuff into the mountains on the backs of human beings.
This "tote trail" was a winding trail full of twists and turns and
surprises, now appearing to end at some high precipice, then creeping
around the corner of a huge jutting rock, but ever dropping and
dropping farther and farther away from the summit and nearer to the
"Shelter," which was their destination on this occasion.
Twilight was upon them again before they reached the main tourist
trail. It was now late in the season.
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