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feet above the town of Zermatt, which lies at the foot of that beautiful peak the Matterhorn. He had the landlord of the inn backed in a corner and they were both speaking a very excited brand of French. George was telling the other man Avhat wonderful aerial photographers we were — that we were even then on our way to India to fly around Mount Everest, and then to cross China by aeroplane. He also explained that I was greatly disappointed, in that I had been unable to charter a plane to fly over the Alps, as my pet ambition was to "shoot" the Matterhorn from the top. The landlord, scenting some free publicity for his hotel, swore that he would get us a plane if it was the last thing he ever did for an American tourist.
The first thing I knew that I was ever wishing to fly over the mountains, was two days later when George came to me with the glad news that the landlord had obtained a plane for me and that it would be at the Montana flying field on Thursday morning. With tears in his eyes he explained that it was only a small machine, that it would only hold the pilot and myself and that he had so wanted to go around the Matterhorn with me but knew that now it would be impossible. Of course I didn't know just how much George had committed himself but I did knoAV him well enough to be sure he had said all that could be said on the subject. There being no way out of it, and much to George's surprise, I accepted his bluff and had him tell the landlord how truly grateful we were to him. I soon found that a three-seater could be had to take the place of the twoseater, and thus was happily able to include my friend George in the little jaunt.
The next day, while waiting at Zermatt for the train, we visited the museum. One large room held many show cases of the relics of ill-fated climbs. To each ice-axe or tin cup or hat or pair of shoes, was tied a card giving the name of the onetime owner, the date1 he fell, how far he fell, and in mau}^ instances, who fell with him. AVhen the curator of the museum learned through George that Ave Avere about to fly over the Matterhorn he led us to one of the tables and pointed out a
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