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Appalachian Trail Club bulletin

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  • 105 making any comment, placed the gun by his side and the hunting knife by his head. I smiled to myself, but I could not help but feel that he was using good taste. If you could only see the location of the camp site today, I believe you would join us in feeling "creepy." Towering cliffs and mountains on every side, with the undergrowth a perfect tangle. After sleeping soundly for an hour or so, I waked suddenly with an intuitive sensation of the nearness of a denizen of the forest. After a moment of intent listening, I could hear the soft tread in the wet leaves and the breaking of small twigs underfoot. Presently our visitor gave a blood-curdling and hair-raising "me-e-ow," seemingly not over five paces away. I slapped the roof of the tent with my hand and had the satisfaction of scaring the gentleman as much as he had scared me, for I heard him go bounding off through the jungle in great leaps. After a hurried breakfast I took the bearing of the new prong of the creek coming in at this point, found that it was running due east and west, and we decided that the ridge running parallel to this creek on the left ought to take us out not far from Andrews Bald. We began working our way up this ridge, and I want to say right here that I believe that there is nothing like it on the continent. I have hunted in the canebrakes of Louisiana and have tramped and paddled for days in the Florida Everglades, with its maze of sawgrass, palmetto, and tropical verdure. I have crawled through portions of "Jeffrey's Hell" in Monroe county, but none of these compare with this unnamed Inferno comprising the headwaters of No Land Creek. I shall give you the honor of naming this sequestered nook of God's footstool. When it comes to my mind—our constant battling with nature for three days and two nights—the feeling of awakening from a terrible nightmare. But with it all, it is a beautiful specimen of God's handiwork, and I wish it were my own possession. If so, no lumberman would ever deface that landscape. Famishing for Water We kept the top of this ridge as well as we could, and which, by the compass, showed this arm as running due east and west. Most of the going had to be on the logs, which were interlaced for several feet above the ground. We could not see out for the dense growth, but every now and then Will would climb a tree and make his report from the top, while I would stand at the foot with the compass. We almost famished for want of water. With a hollow, dry weed, I sucked up a few spoonsful of muddy seapage at the bottom of a hole where a squirrel had extracted a nut. It was full of dregs, but it helped moisten my parched throat. After worming our way upward for eight long hours, we began to wonder why we were not reaching the top, for a view of Andrews Bald the day before led us to believe that it could not be very many miles from No Land Creek up to the Bald. At last Will climbed a little larger tree than usual and reported that we were nearly on top, and a mirage of good spring water was uppermost in my mind, for I had heard that there was a spring near the top of Andrews Bald. I was beginning to feel good, as I thought we were getting out of the wilderness, and to a point where we would at least have something like half of a trail. Imagine our disappointment when we got on top. In place of the bald spot, the timber was so thick that, while we could squeeze our bodies through, we were having all kinds of trouble with our packs. Will again climbed a tree and reported billows of mountains extending in almost every direction but nothing looking familiar, and, to add to our perplexities, it commenced getting densely cloudy and rain appeared to be immir the thing we dreaded so much, because we knew it would bring c Atop of Clingmans Dome
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