His book is the record of the last of my T own mountain-explorations that I shall write. I take leave of it with a regret which fellow explorers will understand. Thirty years of climbing have left me fonder than ever of mountains — of their beauty, their problems, and the activities of mind and body to which mountains give scope. But in looking backward it is the friends I have made amongst them, the men who have cooperated with me on the mountain-side, that awaken in my memory the warmest response, and that arise before me far clearer than do the scenes of their exploits. How many of them, alas! Lie silent in the depths of the glaciers they loved, or buried at the feet of the peaks they conquered! To the friends, some of them scarcely less precious, whom my.