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Th e Mayor joined Brunhilde and I in the dining car shortly after, and told us that nothing we have seen so far will compare to what is coming. "Th e yeti," said the Mayor, “is a magnifi cent creature, unparalleled in spectacle." "Oh, you've seen one?" Brunhilde asked him. "Well, no," he replied. "But I've heard as much." We giggled most amusedly. T UESDAY , A UGUST THE S EVENTEENTH Th e tour has been divided into separate groups of three in order to scale the mountains. I have been grouped with Percy and Th e Mayor. We were each given a Tibetan guide and a yak to carry supplies to the camp site. As we passed a temple gate, I saw before me the most magnifi cent dog I have ever seen. It is like our English Mastiff , only Tibetan and billowy, with fur! It looks just as much like a Yeti as anything I have ever seen! On the way up to the camp, the guide never stopped talking for a moment, but also never once said anything in English. He pointed to things. Sometimes I thought he might be pointing at animal tracks, for he would often stop to listen. I could almost see the cogs turning in the man's head. It seemed a very laborious process. But after a moment he would continue on talking and hiking through the snow without a second thought. As we moved, the air seemed to get colder and colder. Th e silence started creeping in whenever our guide ceased his chat. In the moments when his voice was absent, I felt a cold dread creep in. Th ere are no trees, nor any animals but our own overladen yak, just the crunch of snow and the changing of the winds. I can quite understand what compels the dear man to drone on so! At one point we all stopped completely, and our guide crouched down. We all crouched with