The Rambler club in the mountains

AUTHOR OF THE RAMBLER CLUB AFLOAT THE RAMBLER CLUB'S WINTER CAMP ETC.
THE PENN PUBLISHING COMPANY PHILADELPHIA MCMX
COPYRIGHT 1910 BY THE PENN PUBLISHING COMPANY
In pursuance of his intention to write stories full of lively, wholesome adventure for boys, the author presents The Rambler Club in the Mountains, following The Rambler Club Afloat, and The Rambler Club's Winter Camp.
The five boys leave their home in Wisconsin and journey to the far-away state of Oregon. There, in the mountain wilderness, among the haunts of big game, they meet with plenty of exciting adventures; and Dick Travers, the official photographer, succeeds in making some remarkable snap-shots.
Little Bill Dugan and Surly Joe Tomlin, who are harboring fancied grievances, unintentionally bring the boys into great peril. Their thrilling experience, however, enables them to solve the mystery in the fate of Howard Fenton, who has been carried through the gorge of Canyon River.
The Ramblers find all their courage and endurance called into play, but prove again that they are made of the right stuff.
In spite of all they have gone through, the boys have not lost their love for roughing it, and they look forward with pleasure to other adventures with rifle and rod, some of which are recounted in The Rambler Club on Circle T Ranch.
W. CRISPIN SHEPPARD.
Well, boys, here we are at last!
Bob Somers, with a smile of satisfaction on his healthy, sunburned face, uttered these words, as he stood, surrounded by his fellow members of the Rambler Club, at a small railroad station in Oregon. To their left, above a line of trees, columns of brownish smoke and jets of dazzling white steam shot up, each moment changing position and showing how fast the train from which they had just alighted was speeding on its way over the iron rails.
About them was a rich and fertile valley overlooked by a range of rugged mountains, several of whose summits, crowned with snow, gleamed brightly against the sky. It was a wild and beautiful prospect that met the Ramblers' gaze, and their eyes sparkled.