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glancing at the sky. "It seems to be clouding up." "Don't fret. What do we care?" was Van's easy answer. "We're not really after the view. I don't give a hurrah for what we see when we get to the top; what I want is the fun of doing it." They shuffled on. "I'll be glad when this luncheon is inside instead of outside of me, won't you?" puffed Bob. "It's almighty heavy to carry." "It isn't the lunch I mind. It's all these infernal clothes," was Van's retort. "I don't see what on earth I wore so many things for." "You'll want them by and by." "I bet I won't!" protested Van. "I'm going to tie my red sweater to this tree and leave it here; I can't be bothered with so much stuff." "You'll be cold when you get to the top." "No, I won't. And anyway I'd rather be too cold then than too hot now. One's no better than the other."
The World English Bible (WEB): Deuteronomy

Book 05 Deuteronomy 001:001 These are the words which Moses spoke to all Israel beyond the Jordan in the wilderness, in the Arabah over against Suph, between Paran, and Tophel, and Laban, and Hazeroth, and Dizahab. 001:002 It is eleven days' [journey] from Horeb by the way of Mount Seir to Kadesh Barnea. 001:003 It happened in the fortieth year, in the eleventh month, on the first day of the month, that Moses spoke to the children of Israel, according to all that Yahweh had given him in commandment to them; 001:004 after he had struck Sihon the king of the Amorites, who lived in Heshbon, and Og the king of Bashan, who lived in Ashtaroth, at Edrei. 001:005 Beyond the Jordan, in the land of Moab, began Moses to declare this law, saying, 001:006 Yahweh our God spoke to us in Horeb, saying, You have lived long enough in this mountain: 001:007 turn, and take your journey, and go to the hill country of the Amorites, and to all [the places] near there, in the Arabah, in the hill country, and in the lowland, and in the South, and by the seashore, the land of the Canaanites, and Lebanon,
Deaf to Bob's counsel Van resolutely wound the offending sweater about a great white birch tree that stood at a fork of the path. "You'll be sorry," was Bob's parting thrust as they plodded on. The trail was now steep and so narrow that frequently Bob had to stop and search for the blazing on the trees. "Of course I know my way, all right," he insisted. "Still, it is mighty different in winter from what it is at other seasons of the year, I'll admit that. Remember, I've never climbed this hill when the snow was on the ground. However, when we once get to the top the coming down will be a cinch, because we can follow our own tracks." It was nearly two o'clock before the boys reached the top of the mountain. Over the landscape hung a mass of heavy gray clouds beneath which the sun was hidden; the wind was cutting as a knife, and while Van sought the shelter of an old shack Bob roamed about, delighting in the familiar scene. "Why don't you come over here and look at the view?" he called to his companion. "It is fairly clear in spite of the clouds." Van shivered. "Oh, I don't want to. I don't care a hang for the view--I told you