"They'd rather eat than see the sun rise," sniffed Art.
"Maybe you would, if you'd spent the night walking up the carriage road," laughed somebody.
Peanut led the way to the highest rock he could find, and they looked out upon the now fast lightening world.
Northward, far out beyond the great shoulders of the mountain, they could see glimpses of the lower hills and valleys. But all nearer the mountain was hidden by the low white cloud beneath their feet. To the northeast and east was nothing but cloud, about a thousand feet below them. The same was true to the south. Southwestward, over the long shoulders of the Crawford Bridle Path, where they had climbed the day before, lay the same great blanket of white wool.
"Say, this peak of Washington looks just like a great rock island in the sea," cried Lou.
Now the world was almost bright as day. The east was rosy, the upper sky blue, the stars gone. The great white ocean of cloud below them heaved and eddied under the gusts of northwest wind which swept down from the summit, wherever a wave crest rose above the level. The sun, a great red ball, appeared in the east, and the bugler set his bugle to his lips and blew a long blast of welcome.
It was a wonderful, a beautiful spectacle. As they
