Peanut, without a word, rolled over the bank. His "Wow!" sounded like a wildcat in distress.
"Cold?" asked Rob.
"Oh, n-n-no," said Peanut emerging with chattering teeth. "W-w-warm as t-t-t-toast."
The rest decided to cut out the morning bath, in spite of Art's jeers. Even Mr. Rogers balked at ice water. They were all looking, with much disappointment, at the cloud-covered mountain above them.
"Wait a bit," said the Scout Master. "This is going to be a fine day—you'll see."
Even as they were going back to camp for breakfast, the hills to the west, touched now with the sun, began to emerge from the mist, or rather the mist seemed to roll up their sides like the curtain at a play. By the time breakfast was over, the sun had appeared over Cannon, and the clouds had mysteriously vanished into a few thin shreds of vapor, like veils far up in the tree tops. It was a splendid day.
"Well, I'll be switched!" said Art.
"The mountains almost always gather clouds, like a dew, at night in summer," the Scout Master said. "Well, boys, do you feel up to tackling Bridal Veil Falls before we tackle Kinsman?"
There came a "Yes!" in unison. All packs and equipment were left in camp, and shortly after six the party set out in light marching trim up a logging road which followed the brook bed. It led over a
