CHAPTER X
A Fight with the Storm on the Crawford Bridle Path
The morning dawned cold, with a north wind,
and the Scouts woke up shivering. As they
were in the woods on the west slope of a mountain,
it would be some time before they could see the sun,
but so far as they could get a glimpse through the
trees to the west and north, the day promised well
for the ascent of Washington.
"Looks clear," said Art. "I wonder if old Washington has got a cloud cap on?"
"We'll know before very long," said the Scout Master. "Even if it has, I don't think we've got much kick coming. Here we've been out in the open since the night before the Fourth, and not a bad day yet."
"Right-o!" said Peanut. "Weather man must have known we were up here."
The party ate a good breakfast, chiefly of fresh eggs, which Lou ran down to the Crawford House and bought while the fire was being made. Then the packs were carefully packed, the blanket rolls
