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Even I, who had been living on illusion, cduld not argue, for there was no conceivable way in which I could negotiate the . 200-od- d rugged miles to the base of the mountain. One small concession I did wring from the MDs: they allowed me to go along on pony back for the first day of the approach march so that I could get a bit of the '"feel" of the expedition on the move. And so there I was on that bright February day of 1963: the lone cavalryman in an army of infantry, the Everester manque who on the very next day would be retracing every step my pony now plodded on the trail to the Promised Land. The sun beamed. The distant mountains shone in splendor. At a level stretch, I dismounted and walked 100 yards or so ; then I started to limp and xlimbed back on .the pony. The porters moving past me on the trail grinned at the strange apparition of a mountaineering equestrian, and I tried to grin back. O-- o PASTE GO.. 0 0 MY FEET" THEY'RE KILLING ME! Get QUICK CHILDREN Corn itr, HELPED .. tost. FW 3. Atop & from T- - Itching, Bunting, tmnpit-la- g At AH Druggifti Ftt A TaiWt II 1 RELIEF XIIoims, Tittd, Goo 09. l camp was pitched at a Panchkal beside a network TollitreamsT For acres around, the darkness, and beyond them the black hills sloped up to the stars. Already the world we had come from the world of cities, hotels, planes, of the clang and rasp of the 20th century-see- med remote beyond imagining. And, for all but me, more than three months would pass before these things would be seen again. There-wa- s only, the night, the hills, beyond the hills the mountains and .within the mountains, the mountain. e sack. s, Then we were in On my air mattress, sleeping bag, and down jacket were the stenciled initials, JRU, but this would be my onTniglit's use of them. They would ga on with the expe dition as reserve equipment. I would not need them in Kathmandu's Royal Hotel. By 4 the next morning, the Sherpas and porters were stirring. By sunrise, they were off on the second day's march. Soon, too, the expedition members 19 of them now, not 20 were shouldering their packs and starting off pd the trail. Standing beside it, I shook hands with them astheypassed. With Jake Etreiten- bach, towheaded, relaxed, insouciant, a great climber and cigarette moocher (who now mooched his last one and who in 30 day's end, AT place called cpok-fires-gleamed- our-tent- Scientific medication works quickly, for hours, to n de- i - part The life you save may ing to get myself off in the general direction of Everest. My doctors were "human. They considered a man's spirit as well as his body, and in January, lp63, a few weeks before the expedition was to leave (by which time I had improved a bit), I was given clearance to go along as far as and my other teammates were human, too and flattering. They wanted me as expedition scribe, they declared, even thought I might have to f unction from the rear echelon of Kathmandu. 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With Barry Bishop and Lute Jerstad, Willi Unsoeld and Tom Hornbein, who presently would be standing, battered but triumphant, on the summit of the world. With the others, their companions until now, my companions. For none, of course, did I know what the future held, except that before them lay what for them, and for me, was the greatest of all possible adventures. Then, last of all, there was Norman Dyhrenfurth: Norman with whom for so many years I had thought and planned and dreamed of Everest. We made it quick. "Good-byGod bless." What more was there to say? And then he was gone. They were all gone. I was alone holding my pony's bridle as he munched at the sparse grass of the empty campsite. ice-fa- e. AM aware that this story is supposed And II to he My Most Inspiring Moment. What sort can hear the bemused question . of inspirational moment was this? Was it not, rather, amomerit of disappointmentr -- frustration, defeat? The answer is yes and no. Thirty or 20 or even 10 years earlier, the defeat would have been bitter almost beyond bearing. But growing older brings with it not only its liabilities but also, mercifully, its compensations. For much of my life, I had dreamed of Everest, thought of Everest, written of Everest. Now at last I had had my chance at it and it had been no go. No go, for me, that is. But it is not the worst part of aging that the me, the , the burning and of youth, fades driving and recedes with the passing years. All right: for me, no go. But for my companions, for these younger men now disappearing into the distance, Everest was very much of a go, and I at least had the knowledge that in some small ways I had helped bring that about. 7" Not a few of the expedition members, some of whom were to climb to earth's very capstone, had told me that their first love of mountains, their first dream of Everest, had come to them as boys from the pages of my books just as that love and dream had come to me from a book in the Andover library 40 years before. I mounted the pony and rode back toward. Kathmandu. The campsite at Panch-- " kal was hemmed in by hills that shut out the miles; but as we climbed the ridge behind it, the white wave in the northeast igain swung into Jnatjthe crest of the ridge, I turned and for a while at watching its radiant gleam. Inthemid- die distanceT the hills hid the long millepede of the American Mount Everest Expedition of 1963, but I knew it was there, plodding on toward its goal. And I was there with it. . Even on pony back, my leg I would was aching again. In four days, be back in a hospital with a recurrence of phlebitis. But my heart didn't ache. My heart sang. . self-preoccupat- view.-Reini- ng 55-year-- . y |