and lead northeastward toward the Chandler Ridge. It was the Six Husbands' Trail.
"Hooray, here's old Six Husbands," cried Peanut. "I sure want to go over it, and also know where it got its name."
"Where does it go to, anyhow?" somebody else asked.
They stopped for a moment to trace the trail on the map, finding that it started at Boott Spur, skirted the cone of Washington on the south and east, dipped into the bottom of the Great Gulf, and ascended the shoulder of Jefferson, ending on the peak of that mountain.
"The last two miles up Jefferson must be some climb!" Art cried, looking at the contour intervals—"right up like the wall of a house!"
"Let's take it!" shouted Peanut.
"Perhaps we can take it, out of the Gulf," Mr. Rogers answered. "But now we've got to get to the Tip Top House. Don't you want your copies of Above the Clouds?"
"Gosh, I'd forgotten them," said Peanut.
They resumed the climb, and were soon traveling more slowly, up the steep summit cone. They could not see the top, and they could see nothing below them because of the following mists. The path was merely a dim trail amid the wild, piled up confusion of broken rocks. Before they reached the end of it
