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The Conquest of Copper Mountain
I awoke just after dawn. Lying on my cot looking through the open end of the tent, I was immediately conscious of a gleaming white shape far in the distance. The sight was so strange that for a moment I could not imagine where I was or what I was looking at. Then my head began to make order of what my eyes had focused on. The white shape was a large patch of ice-actually a glacier- covering the top of the most forbidding looking mountain I had ever seen. Between our camp and the mountain were about 12 miles of green jungle, still cloaked in shadow. Above the jungle, at a height of 16,500 feet, the ice seemed to have been ignited by the first rays of the sun.
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