as I told you, even in midsummer. Yes, sir, we'll all take compasses, and before we tackle the old boy we'll have some lectures, too, on how to act in case of cloud!"
"Don't we want maps, too?" said Art. "Gee, it sounds more exciting every minute!"
"I have the maps," Mr. Rogers said. "Here are the government maps of the Presidentials, and here is the little Appalachian Club book, with maps and trails."
He brought out a small book in a green leather cover like a pocketbook, and opened it, unfolding two maps of the Presidential range, like big blueprints.
The boys leaned their heads together over it, and began to spell out the trails.
"Gulf Side Trail," cried Art. "That sounds good."
"Here's the Crawford Bridle Path—that's a long one—shall we go up that?" asked Lou.
Mr. Rogers nodded. "That's the way we'll get up Washington," he said.
"Hi, I like this one!" Peanut exclaimed. "Six Husbands' Trail! She goes down—or he does, seeing it's husbands—into the Great Gulf, and then up again—let's see—up Jefferson. Wow, by the contour intervals it looks like a steep one!"
"It is a steep one—wait till you see it," said Mr. Rogers.
