“Well, I guess you’ve had enough husbands for one day, eh?” said the Scout Master. “And you’d better not lie there, either. Come on, inside with you, and lie in your bunks.”
CHAPTER XVII
Peanut Learns Where the Six Husbands’ Trail Got Its Name
It was, in truth, getting cold on the mountain, and the wind was freshening as the sun set. They moved wearily into the hut, and found three tiers of bunks inside, like a ship’s cabin, and a stove giving out pleasant heat, and the caretaker getting supper ready.
“No cooking to-night,” said the Scout Master. “You three climb up and lie down till supper is ready.”
Rob, Art and Peanut made no objection to this order, and soon, from their bunks, they were discussing the day’s adventures with the other three.
“We had a wonderful day!” said Lou and Frank. “We climbed every one of the north peaks except Madison—Clay, Jefferson and Adams—and we got almost to the hut here before the cloud came. Gee, what views! We kept looking down into the Gulf for you, but we never saw you. It was lots of fun climbing back up Adams in the cloud.”
“Well, we had some day ourselves, believe me Judge!” said Peanut. “We had a swim in Spaulding Lake, and a long hike in the woods down at the bottom of the Gulf, and then the Six Husbands’ Trail. Say, that’s a trail!”
“My pack weighed a hundred and twenty-nine pounds before we got to the top,” Art added.
“And then, when we saw the clouds above us, we hurried, too,” Rob said, “so we could reach the Gulf Side path before they closed down too far, and that took our wind.”