Near Frying Pan Meadow.
We reached home weather-beaten almost beyond recognition, but in robust health, especially D., who had actually gained in weight during the trip. From the railroad station we carried our outfit, and venison, two miles to the college grounds, reaching D.'s home about midnight.
Here our madly exuberant spirits were suddenly checked by finding that the illness of D.'s mother had become extremely serious. However she was determined to see us both—to give a last approval.
"We never know how high we are
Till we are called to rise;
And then, if we are true to plan,
Our statures touch the skies.
"The heroism we recite
Would be a daily thing,
Did not ourselves the cubits warp