Here we are facing the great Tehipite Dome, and now what next? The wiseacres at Ockenden's forty miles away, had warned us that we'd never take our pack mules into Tehipite this early in the season, and had shaken their heads dubiously about our getting up the river even without those useful appendages. Thus far, no greater difficulty had we met than an incredibly steep trail into the canyon, but now the angry, foam-flecked river made the men look grave, and the women silently shiver at the thought of daring to cross it. I say, silently, for we were old campers and knew better than to cry before we were hurt. Besides, there was a pride and sense of responsibility in the fact that we were looked upon as comrades by the men, and we must in no wise fall below the standard by increasing their anxieties.

-- Helen Gompertz