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After supper some hunt their knitting and sink into chairs too tired to utter a sound. A few,
not content with indoor sports, put on their "woolies" and go out into the moonlight to try
the toboggan chute. They come back later, spattered with snow, and thrilled with the sensation
of speeding down the frozen chute into the great unknown. After a few songs and a long cheer
for Mr. Bassett we go to bed. Some of us have a little trouble in finding our right clothes. They
seem to have mysteriously disappeared and when found have a very queer way of resisting all
attempts to get into them. It can't be they are sewed together! After laboriously ripping stitches
we give a sigh of relief and plunge into our beds to strike crumbs, toothpicks, hair-brushes, even
wet sponges. Wlho could have been so cruel!
The next day dawns beautifully clear and crisp and as we descend to the breakfast table
sighs and groans escape as each one puts her foot on the stair and feels her muscles give a twinge
of pain. Mr. Bassett greets us with a plan of a bacon bat in the woods and a climb of Mt. Surprise.
lYe enthusiastically accept his invitation, hiding the thought of our weary, aching legs.
So we take a long,up-hill tramp on snowshoes through Cathedral VVoods to a clearing some
two miles distant where Rex, 'Mr. Bassett's right-hand man, has started a fire, and the coffee-
pot is boiling. Nothing could taste so delicious as that picnic in the snow, with the green pine
trees the only onlookers. After the fire is beaten out, we continue our climb toward the mountain-
top, a few deserters having turned back toward the village. Our snowshoes finally become useless
and we climb with difficulty, our hands pawing the snow in front of us and our feet slipping at
every step. Finally at the summit we stand upright and look about us in wonder at the peaceful,
green pine trees below and the mountain peaks rising on every side. After a brief rest we make
the descent and commence our trail back to habitation and a warm supper. We are a tired but
very happy crowd that tumble into bed that night, to dream of another whole day of just such fun.
The next day is filled with all sorts of sports. The long sleighride in the afternoon through
country lovely in its winter dress is one long to be remembered by us all.
The following morning we don the clothes of civilization and before we know it are .whisked
off to the station, thinking with regret that our four short days at Intervale are over.