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SURVIVAL
EDWARD PACKARD
BY

ILLUSTRATED BY LESLIE MORRILL

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MOUNTAIN
SURVIVAL
BY EDWARD PACKARD

ILLUSTRATED BY LESLIE MORRILL

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 WARNING!!!
Do not read this book straight through from be-
ginning to end! This book contains many different
adventures you may have as you try to find your
way out of a mountain wilderness.

Your plane has crashed in the mountains. Your

only hope of survival is to find your way to a
ranger station nine miles to the east. The question
is,do you have the luck and skills you need to
survive? You're about to find out.

From time to time as you read along, you will be

asked to make a choice. Your choice may lead to
success or disaster. After you make your choice,
follow the instructions to see what happens to
you next.

Think carefully before you act. Any move could

be your last ... or it might lead you out of the
mountain wilderness.
 You and your pilot, Jake McKay, are flying over
the Canadian Rockies when the engine begins to
sputter. . . .

Suddenly you're caught in a blinding snow

squall.
What seemed like a beautiful spring day has
turned into a wintry nightmare.
"We're going down!" Jake cries.

Turn to page 2.
 Jake is able to set the plane down on a smooth
grassy area just at the timberline. It hits the
ground hard, bounces once, and slides into a
grove of stunted pine trees. The left wing smashes
against a tree, and the plane spins wildly around,
then suddenly stops.
Fortunately you are not hurt —
just shaken up a
bit —but Jake's ankle seems be sprained. He
to
can't put any weight on it. To make matters
worse, the radio stopped working on impact.
The two of you huddle down in your seats.
Jake has wrapped his injured ankle in a red plaid
scarf. Tm afraid we were pretty far off course,"
he says, his eyes scanning the map. "Our only
hope is for you to make it to that ranger station
we saw on the way in. I'd say it's about nine miles
east of here. It looked abandoned from the air,
but if it's like most of the stations in this area, it's
stocked with canned food and an emergency ra-
dio transmitter."

Go on to the next page.

 You look over at Jake. You know he is trying to
encourage you. "I'll go," you tell him. You listen
carefully as he explains how to send a radio dis-
tress signal.
Jake does his best to smile. "That was just a
frontal squall that hit us. Look, the sun's coming
out. You'd better get going so you can reach the
station before dark."
You check your backpack, which holds a light
sleeping bag, a poncho, a day's supply of food,
matches, and a first-aid kit. You are wearing a
hooded parka, wool socks, gloves, and a good
pair of hiking boots —the right clothes for a long
hike.
After making sure that Jake is comfortable, you
strap on your backpack, say goodbye, and start
walking.

Go on to the next page.

 You set out at a brisk pace across the high,
rugged land. Since it's almost noon, the sun must
be in the south. If you keep it on your right, you
know you'll be headed east. Nine miles doesn't
seem like a long distance. On a gentle, well-
groomed trail you could easily cover it in three
hours, but in these mountains it could take much
longer.
Within an hour it has become cloudy again. A
cold north wind has sprung up; the temperature is

falling. You
up the collar of your parka, trying
flip

to keep warm. Now, ahead of you, you see what

looks like an animal trail, running north-south.

Alongside blocking your way, is a high rock

it,

wall, too steep to climb. The shortest route

around the wall would be to cross the roaring
stream to your right. The stream is about ten feet
wide with water boiling up in a white torrent. You
can't judge its depth. Probably you can get across
it by jumping from rock to rock, but one slip

could put you in a lot of trouble.

The safest thing to do would be to follow the
animal trail through the pine forest to your left,
but that would take you in a northerly direction,
possibly far out of your way.

// you decide to follow the trail to your left,

turn to page 8.

If you try to cross the stream, turn to page 7.

 Keeping the sun on your left, you follow the

across a high plateau bristling with scrubby

trail

pine trees that have managed to survive in the

harsh climate. On and on you trudge through the
strange and beautiful landscape, until at last you
see a tiny cabin ahead of you. It must be the other
ranger station!
You rush into the cabin and take stock of its
—
contents matches, firewood, a small wood
stove, plenty of food, a backpack filled with emer-
gency gear, and a radio!
You quickly get a fire going and start heating a
pot of soup. You'll soon be enjoying hot soup and
biscuits with honey. Meanwhile you follow the
instructions for sending distress signals on the ra-
dio. The set is of the simplest kind, designed only
for one-way emergency transmission. You send
out a call for help, but you can't be sure your
signals are being heard.

Turn to page 10.

 You walk along the raging stream, looking for a
place to cross. In a little while you come to a
section that is strewn with boulders. You tighten
your backpack and leap from rock to rock. You're
almost across when your right foot comes down
on a loose rock, throwing you off balance and
into the icy water. Spray flies in your face as you
frantically clutch at a jammed log and then half
swim, half wade to the opposite bank.

Turn to page 9.
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8

Following the trail to your left, you head

north —along the edge of the granite wall that
blocks your way to the east. You go higher and
higher; it's a long, exhausting climb, but it seems
to be the only safe way over the mountain.
At last you reach a plateau well above the tim-
berline. Your route east is no longer blocked, and
you strike out across the high, barren terrain, glad
to be headed toward the ranger station.
Though the way is clear now, you are exposed
to a powerful wind. Within moments, a heavy
bank of clouds sweeps across the mountain. Sud-
denly the squall hits you. You try to stay calm. All
you can see through the driving snow is the
ground beneath your feet and the blurred outline
of nearby rocks. Using the wind as a compass
its direction seems to be holding steady from the

—
north you try to keep on course. Then you see
a hollow place in the rocks, almost like a cave, a
refuge from the wind and snow. Maybe you
should take shelter until the weather improves.
Then you remember Jake —
he's counting on you
to help him. It's
—
hard to think clearly you're so
cold and miserable. You wonder whether you
should keep moving in spite of the storm.

// you continue on, turn to page 12.

If you take shelter, turn to page 37.

 You're soaked to the skin and shivering so hard
that you can barely breathe. You try to warm up
by walking, heading southeast along the base of
the rock wall. If you can find a place to scale it,
you can head straight east again toward the—
ranger station. But your plunge in the stream has
left you badly chilled. You're not sure that you

can go on.
There is some brush wood and dry pine
branches nearby. It might be a good idea to start
a fire and dry off completely. You thought you
had plenty of matches, but one pack is soaked,
and the pack that stayed dry has only one match
left.

Should you use your last match? Maybe it's

more important to keep moving. If you take time
to build a fire and warm up, you may not reach
the ranger station before dark.

// you stop to build a fire, turn to page 11.

If you continue on, turn to page 14.

10

That night a wild storm howls outside, but you

sleep well. After a good breakfast, you get on the
radio and try to send more distress signals. If only
you could be sure that someone was receiving
—
them it's hard to just wait! A map on the wall
shows a road only fifteen miles farther east. But in
these mountains you'd never get that far in one
day. You would have to sleep outside overnight.
And if you got lost, you and Jake might never
make it off the mountain alive.

If you decide to hike to the road,

turn to page 31.

If you decide to wait for help, turn to page 59.

 11

You gather some dry pine branches and twigs.

Taking great care to shield your only match from
the wind, you light the fire. It catches. Soon you
have a good blaze going.
It takes a couple of hours for you to get really

warm and dry. Now you must hurry. The sky has
darkened, the wind is blowing stronger, and a
fine, lightsnow is stinging your cheeks.
Continuing on a few hundred yards, you dis-
—
cover a trail up the rock wall a steep mountain
gully. The center line of the gully looks like the
easiest way up, but you're concerned about the
big rocks near the top; some of them look pretty
loose. Maybe you should climb up the side of the
gully, even though it's steeper and the footing less
secure.
You have a vague memory of someone's saying
thatyou shouldn't climb up the center line of a
mountain gully. Or did they say you shouldn't
climb up the side of a gully? You can't remember.

// you climb up the side of the gully,

turn to page 21.

If you climb up the center line of the gully,

turn to page 25.
12

Gritting your teeth, you struggle on. You are

determined to keep moving. You manage to
reach a ledge that is sheltered from the full force
of the wind. From here you're going to have to
climb steeply upward, up a high ridge to the top
of the mountain. Climbing is hard work, but the
footing is secure. The snow lets up and visibility
improves. You make good progress up the long
slope, climbing higher and higher until you find
yourself above the clouds hanging over the valley.
Everywhere you look, snow-capped peaks jut up
You have never seen such
into the crystalline sky.
a view!
You keep climbing, but you have to breathe a
lot harder now. You start to cough. Soon you
have a headache and begin to feel dizzy. Yet you
are quite warm from the hard work of climbing,
and not in immediate danger of developing hy-
pothermia (becoming dangerously chilled).
Should you struggle on to the top? It can't be
more than three hundred feet to the crest of the
ridge. Or should you retreat back down the
mountain, giving up the ground you've so pain-
fully won?

// you keep climbing, turn to page 96.

If you go back down the mountain,

turn to page 15.
14

You continue on, skirting the southeast edge of

the rock wall, looking for a way up. But the cold
wind penetrates your wet clothes. Your teeth
chatter as you stumble on, hunched over against
the cold. Your vision begins to blur, and you're
getting short of breath. Your legs feel like rubber.
You stumble over a rock and fall. You try to get
up but lurch crazily from side to side, then sink
back to the ground. You lie there in a heap, shak-
ing, too weak Dimly you real-
to look for shelter.
ize what has happened. Your body temperature
has fallen dangerously low. There's no doubt
—
about it you have the symptoms of advanced
hypothermia: your body is losing heat faster than
it can generate it. If only you had started a fire

and warmed yourself. Now it is too late.

The End
 15

Reluctantly you retrace your steps and go

down the mountain. By the time you've de-
scended about a thousand feet, you're feeling a
lot better. From your present vantage point you
can see a snowfield that fills a broad valley, a mile
or so wide, lying between two high peaks. From
the direction of the sun you decide that going east
across the snowfield is probably the best route to
the ranger station.
Fortunately the snow is packed hard; you
won't break through the crust. Within a few hours
you are able to travel halfway across the field.
There's still a chance of reaching the ranger sta-
tion by dark.
But the weather is becoming a problem. You
know that the weather can change with frighten-
ing suddenness in the mountains. And that's
what's happening now. The sun is gone. It has
started to snow, and a stiff wind is blowing, sting-
ing your cheeks and nose and clouding you!"
eyes. You slog onward, but the storm worsens.
Soon you're facing blizzard conditions.

// you push on, turn to page 63.

If you dig a snow cave and crawl inside for

shelter, turn to page 22.
16

The moment Chauncey is free, he grabs the

shotgun. "I know how to use this," he says.
Moments Gino returns. Chauncey points
later
the shotgun at him and backs him into the corner.
While Chauncey guards Gino, you try to get the
radio working. Through trial and error, you are
able to make it work, and by sunset you are in
touch with the Royal Canadian Mounted Police.
"Don't let your prisoner move," the Mounties
tell you. "We'll have a helicopter there at dawn."

You and Chauncey exchange glances. It's

going to be a long, tense night. Gino is beginning
to look nervous. Maybe you should try to tie him
up so he can't jump you.

// you tell Chauncey to hold the gun on Gino

while you try to tie him up, turn to page 99.

If you tell Chauncey he should just watch Gino,

turn to page 104.
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Keeping the sun on your right, you follow the

marked from time to time by little piles of
trail. It's

rocks. You must be nearing civilization! With any

luck you'll reach the next ranger station before
dark.
By noon you've descended well below the tree
line. Now the trail is marked by white mark-
little

ings painted on the scrubby pine trees along the

way.
You're really hungry, so you perch on a rock
and feast on crackers and peanut butter from
your food pack. You'd like to lie back and nap for
a while, but you know you've got to keep mov-
ing. The wind is picking up, the sky is darkening,
and the temperature is dropping every minute.

Go on to the next page.

 19

You hurry along. The ranger station can't be

more than three or four miles away, judging by
the fast progress you've made. But the sky
darkens and snow begins to fly. There are scat-
tered little flakes at first; then it begins to snow
heavily. The wind howls, and the chilly blasts be-
gin working through your parka. You're not only
getting cold; you're getting scared. You open up
your food pack and eat some more peanut butter.
You need extra energy, extra calories. Even the
peanut butter tastes cold.
Quickly you strap your pack on again and get
moving. Can't waste time. The visibility is getting
worse as the snow thickens. But you keep up
your pace, traveling along the side of the moun-
tain. By now you feel pretty sure that you've cov-
ered most of the distance from the last cabin.
There can't be more than a mile or so to go to
—
reach shelter and the radio. Through the hard-
driving snow, you see a rock overhang that arches
around, forming what looks like a tiny cave.
Should you take shelter and wait for the storm to
let up, or should you keep going?

// you take shelter, turn to page 37.

If you keep going, turn to page 27.

 21

a long, exhausting climb up the side of the

It's

gully.About halfway up, a huge boulder crashes

down the center, scaring you out of your wits.
Fortunately you are clear of its path, and in an-
other half hour you reach the crest. You look out
over the high plateau. Much of the land is
wooded with dwarf pines; some of it is only bar-
ren rock with patches of snow here and there.
It is now about three o'clock. You know the
ranger station lies to the east, but the sun is hid-
den by clouds, so you be sure which way
can't
east is. You be heading east if you
think you'll
follow the creek to your left. You've always
thought you had a pretty good sense of direction,
but you recall that cliffs and ridges in this area
generally run north-south. Maybe you're head-
ing east now, even though east seems to be to
your left. If it is, and you follow the creek, you'll
be heading north instead of east!

// you continue straight ahead, turn to page 56.

If you trust your sense of direction and follow

the creek, turn to page 28.
22
You know you have to find shelter. You can't
go far in a mountain blizzard, and even if you did,
you would never be able to keep going in the
right direction. Searching about, you notice a
rock ledge where a deep pocket of snow has been
trapped. It's your only chance to escape from the
storm.
Using only your gloved hands, you begin to dig
a tunnel into the snowbank. Luckily the snow is
firm but not iced over, and you make good prog-
ress, slowly opening up a tunnel big enough to
crawl into headfirst.
Exhausted by your efforts but grateful to be out
of the driving wind and snow, you keep digging
until you have widened the tunnel enough so that
you can turn around and face the opening. You
know you must keep an airway clear or you'll
suffocate.
You need to keep up your body heat, so you
eat the last of your chocolate. It helps. You're
winning the battle against the cold, at least for the
moment. You climb into your sleeping bag and
close your eyes. While the blizzard rages through
the night, you sleep fitfully, occasionally checking
to make sure your airway is open.

Turn to page 24.

 23
This brook has probably never been fished.
The trout are not wary. You take off your boots
and socks and wade into the brook very, very
slowly, trying not to scare off the fish. You hold
your poncho like a net and slowly work it under
the biggest fish. You get ready to catch the trout
and slip it out of the water. In a flash, it darts away.
Again you try, and again. Each time the fish
eludes you. If only you had a real net, this would
be easy.

Turn to page 64.

24
By dawn the storm is over. A brilliant sun is

shining on the new-fallen snow. You must be on

your way, but you're not sure you have the
strength to reach the ranger station, or that you
can even find it.
Perhaps it would be wise to spend your energy
—
another way by stamping out the word HELP in
—
the snow in letters big enough to be noticed by
a plane flying overhead. It would take a couple of
hours and nearly all your energy to do it, but it
might be the best plan.

// you stamp out the word HELP in the snow,

turn to page 49.

If you continue on your way, turn to page 33.

 25

You start up the center line of the gully. Once in

a while you slip on the loose shale, but you make
steady progress. You're about halfway to the top
when you hear a thunderous sound above you. A
huge gray boulder is roaring down the gully,
straight at you. Bits and pieces of rock and shale
fly from it, sending clouds of dust into the air.

You try to scramble up the side of the gully, but

you don't have the extra few seconds you
need. . . .

The End
 27

You decide it's better to keep moving toward

yourgoal. You quicken your pace, sure that your
hike is almost over.
But the visibility worsens. The harsh wind
howls around you. You can no longer see the
outline of the ridge. Now there's no chance of
finding your way back to the rock shelter. You've
got to keep moving, if only to stay warm. On and
on you struggle, your teeth clenched, your
cheeks and nose freezing. Maybe there's a
chance, you keep telling yourself. You can't give
up!
It's hard to believe the storm could get worse,
but it The wind whips your half-frozen nose
does.
and cheeks. Your eyes are blinded by the -fiercely
driven snow that attacks your face like a swarm of
angry hornets. The bitter cold locks your body in
its deadly grip. Exhausted, you fall —
a brave vic-
tim of nature's fury.

The End
28

You decide that you have to trust your own

sense of direction. You turn left and follow the
creek. After traveling another hour, you see a
ridge up ahead. You go eagerly toward it. From
the top of the ridge you hope to be able to see the
ranger station.
Suddenly, about forty yards away, looking right
at you, is a huge bear! It's a grizzly —
one of the
largest, meanest, and most dangerous bears in
the world. It takes a step toward you, then an-
other, then stops and stares as if trying to decide
what to do. It rears up and stands at its full
height —seven feet tall! Is it about to charge?

J/ you stay absolutely still so as not to alarm the

bear, turn to page 34.

If you run for your life, turn to page 61.

 —
30

"No, Jake, you've got a bad leg. You've got to

get to a doctor."
"Thanks, kid," he says. "I'll never forget this.
And don't worry — they'll be back for you in a few
hours."
You help Jake into a harness dangling from the
helicopter. A moment later he swings into the air.
You watch as he is hauled up into the cockpit.
You're glad he will be saved, but you can't help
thinking about yourself. It looks as if you're sort of
a hero, but you may soon be a dead one.
Just as Jake disappears into the helicopter, a
thick bank of fog blows up the mountain, block-
ing visibility. You can barely see the downed
plane only a few feet away. Suddenly you hear a
thud. A dark shape has landed in the snow
something that fell out of the helicopter as it
zoomed away.

Turn to page 36.

 31

You pack up your sleeping bag, two boxes of

waterproof matches, a jar of honey, and some
chocolate bars. Then you head east. The first day
you cover about half the distance to the highway.
Exhausted from the fast pace you've set, you
have a quick supper of biscuits, nuts, and dried
apples, eat a chocolate bar for dessert, and turn
in for the night.
You are awakened at dawn by a hard, driving
rain. Your sleeping bag is soaked through. You're
wet and shivering, dangerously chilled. Hypo-
thermia could set in.You nr^ust build a fire fast. —
The trees around you are all young evergreens.
Dry twigs and branches are scarce, but you find a
few. Soon you have a small fire going, but you
need wood, and plenty of it.

You can't find any sticks. You know you must

find some pine boughs and heap them on your
tiny fire to get a good blaze going. If only you had
an ax! You rub your hands, trying to keep them
warm. In those few seconds your little fire flickers
out. You find more twigs and start another fire,
but the same thing happens.
—
Now it's sleeting hard. You realize that your
luck has run out. You're too sick to go on. You're
never going to make it off this mountain.

The End
 33
You just can't bring yourself to gamble every-
thing on stamping out a rescue signal. So you set
out across the snowfield. Fortunately you're able
towork your way to a rocky ridge where the snow
has mostly been blown clear. You can tell by the
sun that you're on the right course headed —
east —and your hopes rise.

After about a mile the ridge slopes gently to the

south. To the east, the mountain wall drops off so
sharply you could only descend with a rope.
You'll have to take the long way down the moun-
tain slope. The wind has blown the snow into
deep drifts. You do a lot of extra walking going
around them.
At last you have a good view of an open slope
that descends to the tree line, and you see some-
thing, about a mile away, that sends a shudder
through your spine. It's the plane that brought
you to this forsaken mountain. You've been trav-
eling in a circle!

Turn to page 38.

34

You stand as still as a statue. A moment later,

the bear drops back on shakes itself, and

all fours,
lumbers off. You wait a few minutes and then
cautiously continue up to the top of the ridge.
There, sheltered by some pine trees, is a small
wooden structure. For a minute you think it might
be the ranger station, but when you throw open
the rickety door, you realize that it's only an aban-
doned trapper's cabin, empty except for a couple
of old chairs and a wooden crate that must once
have served as a table.
Nearby on the floor is a crumpled piece of
yellow paper. You pick it up and straighten it out
as flat as possible. It's a simple map of the area. It
looks like this:

Go on to the next page.

 35

This map is your best clue to the direction of

the ranger station. You take it outside and look
around. The creek you followed to get here
curves to the left at the cabin. Just beyond the
cabin there is a trail, which goes only a few yards
and then splits into two separate trails, one to the
left and the other to the right.

// you continue to follow the creek,

turn to page 112.

If you take the left fork of the trail

turn to page 42.

If you take the right fork of the trail

turn to page 46.
36
For a moment you are afraid that the object is

—
poor Jake afraid that his line broke as they were
hauling him aboard. But as you move closer, you
see that it's a package with letters stenciled on it:
Emergency Pack.
It takes you half an hour to drag the pack back
to the plane, but it's well worth the trouble, for
inside a portable heater and stove, fuel, peanut
is

butter, a tin of biscuits, cookies, dried fruit, can-

—
ned tuna, soup, chocolate everything you
need. You're not sure whether you're more hun-
gry or tired, but you're glad to see that the biggest
item is a down-filled sleeping bag rated for tem-
peratures down to thirty below zero!
While the wind roars and still another snow-
storm rages outside, you cook dinner and then
crawl into the fluffy sleeping bag. You're trapped
in a blizzard in a mountain wilderness, but you've
never felt better!

The End
 37
You duck into the cave. What a relief to be out
of the wind and snow! You grope your way
deeper inside. The ground is soft. You take off a
glove and feel pine needles and twigs. Getting
down on your hands and knees, you sweep them
into a mound. You lay out your sleeping bag on
this crudely fashioned bed and wearily snuggle
intoit. While the storm rages outside, you sleep.

Turn to page 41.

38
You hate to face Jake with the news, but there's
nothing to do now but go back to the plane. At
least you'll have shelter tonight; but you know
that the time and energy you've wasted may be
fatal to both of you.
You hurry to the plane. There is no sound
coming from it. Maybe Jake is asleep. Maybe
he . but you don't want to think about it. You
. .

pull open the door of the plane. Jake is sleeping

next to the radio.
"Jake, I'm sorry, but I couldn't find the ranger
station."
Jake sits up with a start as you blurt out the
words. A big grin lights up his face. "Hey, am I
—
glad to see you I've got the radio working. The
case was cracked, but it works. I need to rig up
the antenna. I couldn't do it without you. And
there'sone can of soup left. Heat it up on the
you? The cold is getting to me."
stove, will
In a few minutes you have the antenna rigged
up and the radio working. The welcome message
comes back: Help is on the way!

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 39
That night you sleep soundly, and early the
next morning you hear the sound of a helicopter
overhead. But in the subarctic mountain wilder-
ness, good luck rarely holds for long. Dark clouds
have been building up in the west; the wind is
rising to near gale force.
The chopper pilot radios that because of the
extraordinary winds, he must lighten his load and
shorten flying time. He can only take one of you
this trip.
"You go, Jake," you say. "You've got a bad
leg."
"No, kid," says Jake, "I can stand the cold bet-
terthan you. Go ahead."
Should you go first and leave Jake behind? Or
should you insist that he go first?

// you insist that Jake go first, turn to page 30.

If you agree to go first, turn to page 52.

 41

You awaken to the morning light shining into

your cave. The sun is bright; the wind has died
down. You feel stiff and your bones ache. You are
very hungry, but your spirits are high you've —
survived a night in the worst weather you've ever
experienced. Before you leave, you look around
inside the cave. The sunshine reveals some lumpy
objects that were exposed by your sweeping
efforts the night before. When you look at them
closely, you see that the cave served as a refuge
for a mountain explorer once before. There is a
moldy canvas pack, a pick and shovel, some
rope, and a frayed leather pouch. Then your eyes
fasten on a pile of whitened bones, and you real-
ize that you have spent the night with a human
skeleton!

Turn to page 68.

42
You follow the left fork of the trail along what
seems to be a natural passageway between jag-
ged peaks that rise thousands of feet on either
side of you.Some of the nearby rocks glisten with
yellow-and-brown specks. What is that stuff? It's
—
gold gold ore! You may have made a big discov-
ery. If you can just get out alive! As you hurry
along you see more of the precious ore. How can
there be so much of it? Then it dawns on you: It
can't be real gold you've been looking at, but
only the common mineral pyrite, better known as
fool's gold!
Moments later you realize you've made an
even bigger mistake, for your path ahead is
blocked by great rock walls that curve around on
both sides. You've reached the end of the trail.
You backtrack, moving as fast as you can over
the rough uphill terrain. Finally you reach the
deserted cabin once again. But two precious
hours of daylight have been wasted.
Now you must choose between the other two
—
paths the one to the left, along the creek, or the
one to the right. Once again you look at the
crumpled old map you found in the cabin.

// you follow the creek, turn to page 112.

If you take the right fork, turn to page 46.

 43
Because of the season and the high latitude,
darknessis still a couple of hours away. Thank

goodness for that! After another half hour of

walking, you come to a small cabin. For the first
time you feel sure you're going to make it. And
more luck: The door is unlocked. You walk in and
look around inside. There's a fireplace, some
matches, and, in a corner, a large pile of wood.
The cabin is as cold inside as out, but a fire will
soon fix that. The furniture is simple: a sturdy
table, a couple of chairs, a double bunk, and a
wood-burning stove with pots and pans hanging
on the wall behind it. Tacked up over the table is a
good-sized map of the area. There's a red arrow
on it. Next to the arrow are the words "You Are
Here," The logging road you've been following is
clearly shown on the map. You can see where it
runs into the main highway. You measure the dis-
tance against the scale shown on the map. It can't
be more than a mile!

Turn to page 113.

44
Wearily you start back up the trail. You've just
started to climb a rock ledge when you hear a low
snarl.You look up. A mountain lion with its fangs
bared is crouched on a ledge to your right, its
muscles tense.
The big cat leaps. You raise your arms to pro-
tect your face. You expect its teeth to sink into
your shoulder; instead everything is quiet. You
lower your arms. The cat has jumped to a rock
higher up. It looks down at you, flicks its tail, then
bounds away. Phew!

Turn to page 47.

46

The path to the right is a fairly gentle one; you

make good progress across a high plateau dotted
with groves of stubby pines, the only trees that
can survive at this high altitude. Finding that map
in the abandoned cabin was a stroke of luck.
Without it you would be hopelessly lost, but now
you feel sure you're heading the right way.
You continue on, hour after hour. But your
strength is failing. It's all you can do to put one
heavy foot in front of the other. You have only
one thought: to keep moving.

Turn to page 56.

 47
As your heartbeat returns to normal, you real-
ize that you don't have the energy to climb back
up to the cabin. You're past the point of no re-
turn. You'll just have to follow this trail and hope
it will lead to civilization.
The path continues to descend, taking you well
below the timberline. Pine trees rise above you
on either side. You're grateful for their protection
from the wind, but your view is as poor as it
would be in a tunnel, and the light is fading. Even
in th€ long subarctic twilight, you must have no
more than an hour of daylight left. As the creek
bed descends through the thickening forest, the
light fades even more quickly. You find a mossy
place to make camp. Exhausted, you sleep.

Turn to page 51.

 49

Betting everything on your plan, you begin

stamping back and forth through the deep snow.
H
Just to make the first line in the letter you walk
forty steps in a straight line, then go back and
forth along the same line to make it wider. Once
you finish the first line of the H, you make the
crossbar the same way, by going back and forth,
back and forth. It's hard work, but the exercise
has warmed you up. The sun is shining brightly,
and the wind has eased.
After about two hours, you've finished "HEL."
But you're exhausted. The last of your food is
gone. You no longer have the strength to walk.

Turn to page 101.

50
A brilliant sun has risen over the mountains
when you awaken, rested but weak and hungry.
With a heavy heart you stare at the beautiful and
desolate landscape. You're about half a mile from
shore on a large, mostly frozen lake. Whatever
snow has fallen has melted and refrozen into a
hard, rough surface. You can easily make it to the
rocky shore. But beyond that in all directions lies
a dense forest that leads up to forbidding moun-
tains of rock and ice. You'll be able to keep warm
in your sleeping bag, but there's not much chance
of finding food, and you have no way of signaling
for help. There is no chance of your climbing
those mountains. All you have left is hope.

The End
 51

During the night you are awakened by the

sound of rain. Water is dripping through your roof
of pine boughs. You roll over to a drier spot. The
scent of the wet pine trees is sweet and fragrant.
You doze off again.
When you awaken, the sun is shining. You get
up, stretch, and walk over to the stream cascading
down the creek bed. You cup your hands in the
stream and drink. The cool, fresh water tastes
good. You eat a chocolate bar for breakfast; then
you're on your way.
After a while the creek joins a roaring brook,
which you follow downstream. You come to a
section of the brook that is partly dammed, form-
ing a deep pool. You spot a couple of trout near
the rock overhang. Suddenly you realize how
hungry you are. Perhaps you could net a fish in
your poncho. Should you take time to try, and
risk chilling yourself by wading in the cold water?

// you continue on, turn to page 62.

If you try to catch a fish, turn to page 23.

52
"Thanks, Jake," you say. Wasting no time, you
buckle yourself into the harness suspended from
the helicopter. The copilot cranks a handle, pull-
ing you toward the hovering chopper. Suddenly
you see a thick bank of fog blowing up the slope
of the mountain. By the time they haul you
aboard, visibility is zero. The copilot shoves a
pack of emergency supplies out the door. "I hope
Jake can get these," he says.
The chopper shudders in the gusting wind. The
engine revs and changes in pitch as the aircraft
and flies off to the east.
rises
You gaze out at the gray nothingness.
"We'll be lucky to get out of here," the copilot
says. "Fog, gales, blizzards —the weatherman is

throwing everything he has at these mountains."

"When do you think you can get back to pick
up Jake?" you ask.
The pilot shakes his head. "Right now I'm just
trying to get us through this soup, but this wind is
incredible. I'm afraid we won't have enough fuel.
I'm going to fly with the wind and hope we can
reach the landing strip at Big Horn."

Turn to page 55.

 55
You look around the cluttered cabin. Near the
forward hatch is a small pack marked Signal
Flares. Near the rear hatch is another pack, la-
beled Flashlight and Matches. Under the seat
ahead of you is a storage rack marked Sleeping
Bags.
The pilot is muttering something about Eagle
Lake when you doze off. The next thing you
know, a voice cries, "We're going down!"
You brace yourself as the chopper smashes
onto ice and skids along crazily. Flames break out
as the side of the craft splits open.
You have only a few seconds if you're going to
get out alive —
time to grab only one thing!

// you grab the signal flares, turn to page 72.

If you grab the pack with the matches and

flashlight, turn to page 80.

If you grab a sleeping bag, turn to page 95.

 —
56
You continue straight ahead through rocky ter-
rain studded with clumps of stubby pine trees.
You glimpse the luminous disk of the sun as the
clouds thin out momentarily. That was lucky
you were beginning to veer too far to the south.
You head more to the left and quicken your pace.
Suddenly you see the ranger station on a ridge
up ahead. The crudely built shack at the edge of
the tree line looks as beautiful as a palace to you.
You run toward it, throw open the unlocked door,
and look around inside.
There is a pack labeled Emergency Food, a
rickety cot, an ax, and a can filled with matches
but no radio! Your eyes rest on a piece of paper
taped to the wall. On it are written these words:

There a radio in the nearest ranger

is

station — eight
miles to the south —
compass bearing 180°.

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 57
Eight miles farther! After all the walking you've
done, you don't want to take another step. It's not
fair, but that's the reality of the situation. You curl

up on the cot, knowing that you must be on your

way at dawn. You're exhausted from your trip
and fall asleep instantly.
Shortly after daybreak you awaken to the
sound of a roaring wind. Dark clouds are racing
by overhead. The air smells cold and damp, as if
snow is on the way. You open a can of soup and
heat it on the tiny alcohol stove in the hut. The
hot soup, along with some stale biscuits spread
with a little honey, makes you feel a hundred
times better.
But now you have eight miles to go over rug-
ged, wild land. As you step outside you find a trail
leading past the cabin. You know the ranger sta-
tion is to the south. Should you keep the morning
sun on your left, or on your right?

// you keep the sun on your left,

turn to page 5.

// you keep the sun on your right,

turn to page 18.
58

Two weeks have passed since your rescue.

You're back home, laughing at a postcard from
Jake. "I've decided to move to Florida," he
writes, "where the highest mountain is only three
hundred feet high!"
Suddenly you hear the sound of a helicopter
—
landing right outside your house. You run out
and see Chauncey and two men stepping onto
the lawn. Chauncey runs to greet you, then intro-
duces you to his father and the chopper pilot.
"I came to thank you for rescuing my son," Mr.

Van Dyne says, "and to pay you the fifty-thou-

sand-dollar reward offered for Chauncey 's safe
I

return."
Later, after the Van Dynes have left, you put
your check for fifty thousand dollars in your top
bureau drawer. You'll deposit it in the bank to-
morrow.
As you think about your good fortune, you
remember the leather pouch you took from the
cave up on the mountain. You rolled it up in your
backpack and never got around to looking inside
it. You pull the backpack out of your closet. The

pouch is still there. You open it and carefully lift

out a tattered sheet of paper.

Turn to page 111.

 59

The more you think about it, the more you

think you'd better stay put. If the radio works,
signaling your location, a rescue helicopter would
probably be sent to where you are. You've got to
be waiting, ready to lead the rescue team to Jake.
This cabin is safe. There is plenty of firewood.
You'll have no trouble keeping warm. You could
live here for days with no problem, but Jake
needs help right away. You keep working on the
radio, hoping you are heard.

Two nights have passed. At first the weather

was bad— snow, sleet, and you
and high winds —
were glad you stayed in the cabin. But this morn-
ing the sun rose in a cloudless sky.
You can hardly bear the thought of staying in
the cabin another day. Most of all, you're worried
about Jake. He must be hungry and weak. Now
that you know the way, you could bring him food
and make a fire to warm him. But you've learned
that at this altitude the weather can change very
fast. If you leave the safety of the cabin, you
might never get back to the plane.

// you decide to set out for the plane,

turn to page 73.

If you stay in the cabin, turn to page 105.

 61

You run as fast as you ever have in your life!

The ground is rough; you stumble. Screaming,
you get back on your feet and run. But the bear is
charging!
There's no chance of outrunning him. There's
no place to hide. There is no chance of escape.

The End
62
You continue on. No use wasting energy and
warmth trying to catch fish. This brook will surely
lead to a road or at least a river. If you just keep
heading downstream, you'll find civilization.
After six more hours of rugged hiking, you be-
gin to lose hope. The brook twists and turns so
much that you have probably covered only two
or three miles. It may be more sheltered down in
this valleythan up on the mountain, but your
view is blocked by towering pine trees.
Worse, another storm is approaching. A cold,
wet rain laced with sleet is whipping your face.
You've finished the last of your food and you're
near the point of exhaustion. You need to build a
fire.

You pull out your matches, but they're sticky

and damp. When you try to strike them, they turn
into mush. Painfully you stumble on, then fall to
the ground. Now you are sure it's for the last time.
It's all over for you.

Turn to page 66.

 63
You push on, determined to get help for Jake.
Gusts of wet snow swirl through the air. You can
hardly see the ground ahead of you. You'd love
to sit down and rest, but you'd never be able to
get up again.
You keep moving. Your senses blur. Your brain
clouds as if you were on the edge of a drugged
sleep. But you are still conscious when your right
—
foot comes down on nothing but air air that fans
your face as you plunge over a twelve-hundred-
foot-high cliff.

The End
64
"You'll never catch a fish that way." The sound
of a human voice startles you. Looking around,
you see a man with a stubbly beard looking down
at you from a rock on the other side of the brook.
As you wade out of the water, the man jumps
down from his perch.
"Nick Keegan is my name," he says, "and I'll
bet I'm more surprised to see you than you are to
see me. How do you happen to be here fishing in
a way that will never catch any fish?"
You quickly explain about the plane crash.
"How can we get help for my friend Jake?" you
ask.
"We'll do the only thing we can do," Nick re-
plies. "Follow me."

Turn to page 67.

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You bury your head in your arms, too ex-
hausted even to cry. At that moment you hear a
rumbling noise. It grows louder, then fades until
all is silent again.
What was that sound? Suddenly you realize it
was a truck ... on a road. The highway can't be
more than one hundred yards away!
Hope fills you with new energy. In a moment
you're on your feet, almost running through the
forest. Then, through the trees, you see the end-
less concrete strip that tells you you are a sur-
vivor!

The End
 67
As he leads you through the woods, Nick ex-
and probably the
plains that he's a fur trapper
only human being living within twenty miles of
where you are. "You're ten miles from the nearest
road," he tells you.
Once the two of you have arrived at his cabin,
Nick is able to reach the Royal Canadian
Mounted Police by radio.
"They're sending a helicopter with a rescue
team right away," he tells you. "But the weather is
getting worse —fog and snow squalls at the higher
elevations. I can tell them where this cabin is, but
it's up to you to tell me where your plane went

down. Judging from what you've said, I'd guess

it's got to be either on Broadback Mountain,

which is north of us, or Mount Chilmark, to the

south. Which do you say?"
You unfold the map and try to retrace your
steps. Have you been traveling mostly north from
where the plane crashed, or mostly south?

// you say the rescue team should search

Mount Chilmark, to the south, turn to page 82.

If you advise them to search Broadback

Mountain, to the north, turn to page 100.
68

What traveler came

to this cave? you wonder.
When did he come,and what happened to him?
Too frightened to think more about it, you stuff
the pouch into your backpack and go on your
way. This good weather may not last.
You work your way along a long rock ridge,
happy to find a path where the wind has blown
most of the snow away. Hour after hour you
travel, gradually descending to a more protected
area. Groups of pine trees dot the wilderness
landscape. You descend still farther; then the path
rises again.
Around noon, you finally reach the crest of the
From this point you can see smoke rising
ridge.
from a stovepipe sticking through the roof of a
tumbledown cabin. doesn't look like a ranger
It

station, but who cares? Someone must be there!

Turn to page 71.

 69

They found you! A search plane spotted your

fire!

When the helicopter landed at your lonely

campsite, you used ypur last bit of strength to
climb into it. Then you collapsed, and only now

have you regained consciousness. You are in a

hospital room; a doctor and a nurse are standing
down at you.
nearby, smiling
Then a dark thought flashes through your
mind. "Did they find Jake?" you ask.
"You can come in now, sir," the doctor calls to
someone out in the hall. A moment later a man
on crutches hobbles into your room. It's Jake,
with one leg in a cast but a grin on his face almost
as wide as yours!

The End
 71

You hurry across the new-fallen snow toward

the cabin.The first thing you see when you look
through the window is a table near the door; it's
covered with bread, cheese, sandwiches, fruit,
nuts, and chocolate! Then you see something
that chills you even more than the cold you've
endured: a boy, a year or so younger than you,
tied to a chair. His head is tilted to one side as if
he were asleep. On the other side of the cabin is a
burly man with the meanest face you've ever
seen. He seems to be asleep, too, and you begin
to hope that he is. Right next to him, leaning
against the wall, are a hunting knife with a long
blade and a double-barreled shotgun.
The cabin door is open a crack. You pause at
the door, wondering what to do. You need food,
and the boy seems to be in a lot of trouble. On
the other hand, you've got to get help for Jake,
and you don't think you're going to get it here.

// you continue on your way, turn to page 83.

If you decide to slip in, grab some food, and

run, turn to page 88.

If you try to grab the gun and knife,

turn to page 89.
72

You grab the flares and jump out onto the icy
surface. There is an explosion behind you. You
look back in time to see the fiery remains of the
helicopter sink through a hole in the ice. The
chopper drops out of sight, carrying the two crew
members along with You are alone in utter
it.

darkness. The suddenness, the horror of it, sends

shivers through your spine. You feel as if the
furies of doom have been loosed upon the earth,
and there is no more hope for you than for the
two brave pilots now entombed at the bottom of
the lake.
But you have no time to mourn. You must
think of your own survival. At least you're off the
mountain. The temperature here is above freez-
ing. Maybe you can make it through the night.
But then what? You have no idea how far the
helicopter traveled before it went down. You have
a compass, but you don't know which way to go.
The ice is —the helicopter cracked
not thick it in-
stantly. You'll have to be careful.

Turn to page 76.

 73

You pack up as much food and supplies as you

can carry and begin to retrace your steps to the
plane. Fortunately the weather holds. You're
rested and have plenty of food. You know the
way, and you have surprising energy. In the few
days you've been in this mountain wilderness,
you've grown used to the high altitude; you've
become leaner, tougher, and smarter.
The sun has set and darkness is creeping up
the valley when you reach the plane. Jake is in
—
bad shape cold, shivering, and weak. You can
tell that his leg is hurting more than he'll admit.

But in a few minutes you have a good fire going

outside the plane. It radiates warmth into the
cockpit.
Soon you have hot soup ready. As Jake sips it,
he grins and says, "I don't know if I would have
made it through the night if you hadn't come
back."

Turn to page 75.

 75

You drink your soup and look at the moon

over the mountain. You're thankful that you
rising
and Jake are safe for the moment, but the two of
you are still marooned.
When no help comes the next day, you begin
to worry. By mid-afternoon of the second day,
you are sure that you and Jake will never be res-
cued. Then an airplane swoops out of the sky,
dipping its wings. You and Jake let out a whoop
of joy!
The next morning a helicopter sets down and
the two of you off the mountain.
lifts

The pilot shakes your hand as you climb

aboard the chopper. "You've got what it takes,"
he says.

The End
76

As you stand there trying to think, the full

moon breaks through the clouds. The lake seems
vast, but you can't be more than a half mile from
shore, and the ice appears to be solid all the way.
But then what? The moon's cold, pale light is
reflected in the icy mountains around you. You
open your box of flares and read these words: To
Fire — Hold Upright at Arm's Length and Pull Pin.
Suppose I fire a flare, you wonder. Who would
ever see it? You walk very cautiously toward the
shore. Before you've covered half the distance,
the moon disappears behind a mountain, and
you are left in darkness. A wave of fear sweeps
over you. In the day or two in which you could
stay alive in this climate, you could* never climb
over those glacier-strewn mountains. You're
trapped.

Turn to page 79.

 77

You start talking to Gino the moment he comes

back. You don't feel friendly, but you act friendly,
saying everything you can to win Gino's con-
fidence. You find out that he's almost as scared as
—
you and Chauncey are scared that the police
will swoop in, scared that his partner will take off
with the million dollars, and, most of all, scared of
the idea of killing you.
"I don't have a million dollars, but I wish I
could help you," you say. "About all I could offer
you is my bike. ..."
Gino smiles grimly. "Wouldn't do me much
good, I'm I'm going to need a space shut-
afraid.
tle to get away from all the cops that will be after

me . . and I guess I'm going to have to forget

.

about my half-million share."

The pink glow that filled the cabin has faded;
the sun has set. Gino fingers the shotgun. He
stands up and looks at you for a long time; then
he looks at Chauncey. Suddenly he raises the gun
and swings it around.

Turn to page 84.

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H
 79

You try to think clearly. The flares . . . dawn

will be breaking soon they will be of little use
. . .

once daylight comes. You take one of the flares

out of the box, hold it upright at arm's length, and
pull the pin. Nothing happens. A dud. You try the
sa me thing with another flare. Again nothing hap-
;

pens. Who made these flares? you wonder. Only

two left. You hold out one of them. Whoosh! The
rocket flies out of your hands toward the sky,
sending a brilliant red flare high above you. As
the flare contracts, fades, and disappears, you see
another light — it's a plane, swooping toward you!
Another flare bursts —
dropped from the plane.
The must have sent out a Mayday
helicopter pilot
signal and given his position before he went
down. If it hadn't been for your flare, the rescue
plane might have flown past the lake.
You fire your remaining flare. As it dies, you
notice other lights —
stars! Tomorrow will be a
have you off this lake by
beautiful day. They'll
morning; then you can help them find Jake!

The End
80
You grab the waterproof pack containing the
matches and flashlight and dive through the door,
out onto the frozen surface of the lake. Seconds
later, the helicopter explodes in a fiery convulsion

that breaks the rotten spring ice. A few seconds

afterward it plunges toward the bottom of the
lake. You shine the flashlight on the hole in the ice
and say a prayer for the brave pilots who gave
their lives to save you.
You set out for the shore, shining your flash-
light ahead of you. The chopper crashed only a
half mile from shore, and it doesn't take long to
reach a rocky ledge jutting out into the lake. The
air is chilly, but at least it's above freezing. Never-
theless, you are lost in a remote wilderness.
But what's that noise overhead? Is that the light
of a plane? Gone. If it was a plane, it flew past.
Maybe it will be back. Maybe.

Go on to the next page.

 81

As you reach the edge of the lake, the sky is

growing light in the east. You begin to see the

world around you. Pine trees surround the lake
and stretch partway up the mountain slopes,
where they are replaced by shale and rock and
ice. Along the shore of the lake you can find dry

pine branches and sticks. By dawn, you have a

good fire going on the rock ledge, thanks to the
matches. You have only melted snow for water,
and no food, but there is plenty of wood. You
resolve to keep the fire going until you're spotted
from the air.
Three days and three nights pass, yet no help
comes. Your only consolation is the endless sup-
ply of wood. The fire not only keeps you warm
and dry but helps to keep your spirits up.
But why doesn't help come? Have they written
you off as lost, or decided you could never have
survived in this subarctic wilderness? You feel
yourself growing weaker day by day. Soon you
will no longer have the strength to keep the fire

going. Then it will be all over.

Turn to page 69.

82
"I feel pretty sure I've been traveling north,
from Chilmark Mountain," you say.
"Okay," Nick replies. "Let's hope you're right!"
Nick gets back on the radio and gives instruc-
tions while you wait nervously. Then he turns
around and looks at you intently. "I reckon you
—
could use something to eat maybe some soup
and venison and some raisin bread. That's about
all I've got."
The simple meal tastes very good, but you feel
anxious. The sky has darkened; it's beginning to
snow. Nick sits down by the fire and takes out a
deck of cards. "Do you play gin rummy?" he
asks.
"Sure," you say. The two of you play gin
rummy on a table made of a barrel with a plank
on top. You have good luck, but your heart isn't
in thegame.
Suddenly the radio crackles. Nick leaps up and
puts on the headphones. Moments later, he is
smiling broadly.
"They found your friend Jake and got him
aboard the helicopter just before a blizzard be-
gan. They say he's going to be okay."
"Thanks, Nick. You really saved the day."
"You did all right yourself, kid," he replies.

The End
 83
You wish you could help the boy, but you are
too tired, hungry, and weak to take on a huge
armed man. You decide that the best thing you
—
can do for the boy as well as for Jake is get —
back to civilization as quickly as possible.
You hurry along the trail. The pine trees along
the way grow taller and thicker as the trail de-
scends. You can't believe that a criminal would
take a hostage very far into this wilderness.
Surely there must be a road nearby. If only you
had a map! You have no idea where you are, and
to make matters worse, the temperature has be-
gun to drop sharply. Yet you feel sure that if you
just keep working your way toward the valley,
you'll eventually come to a road.
At last you reach a partly frozen brook. It
—
shouldn't be any problem the water can't be
more than a foot or so deep, and you can easily
hop from rock to rock.
But you fail to realize how much strength
you've lost. Cold and hunger have dulled your
senses. You slip, and your left foot plunges into
the icy water. In a second or two, you scramble
out of the water, but your left foot is soaking wet.
You have no matches left to start a fire, and it's
getting colder every minute. You keep looking for
a road, walking as fast as you can, but -within half
an hour your left foot has become completely
numb.

Turn to page 109.

84

You hunch over and hide your face in your

arms. A blast deafens you; but you're still alive!
Was that Chauncey? Are you next? You double
over, shaking.
The door slams and you open your eyes.
Chauncey is staring at you open-mouthed. The
radio has been smashed to pieces by the shotgun
blast, and Gino is gone!
"He was too decent to kill us," Chauncey says.
"He just wanted to make sure we didn't radio for
help. Maybe he'll get away —
there's a full moon
tonight."
For a moment you almost hope he does.

The End
 87
You. run for your life. Jogging through the pine
forest, keeping the sun on your right, you head
east. The land descends steeply. Within ten min-
utes or so you're below the snow line. Now you'll
be harder to track. Far below, you can see a tiny
—
ribbon of concrete the highway! You let out a
whoop of joy and run down the path, then slow
your pace as you realize that if you trip and sprain
your ankle, you'll be in trouble again.
Another half hour is all it takes to reach the
highway; then you wait impatiently until you're
able to flag down a car. Fortunately there's a lum-
ber camp only ten miles down the road, where
you quickly telephone the police. You're relieved
to be safe, but you won't rest easy until you hear
that both Jake and that poor kid are safe, too.

The End
88

You tiptoe inside the cabin. As you reach for a

sandwich, a deep voice behind you says, "You
can put that back, and then get your hands up!"
Somehow you awakened the heavyset man.
He is holding a shotgun aimed at your head. Be-
fore you know it, he's tied your hands and shoved
you down next to the boy's chair.
"What's going on?" you whisper to the boy.
"Shut up!" the man yells. He makes little cir-
cles in the air with the muzzle of his gun.

Turn to page 91.

 89

Slowly, silently, hardly daring to breathe, you

push the door open just wide enough to slip
through. It creaks, and the man in the chair gives
a start, as if he's about to wake up. Then he sinks
back, still snoring, and you take a deep breath.
The boy tied to the other chair is watching you
intently. You put a finger to your lips to warn him
to be quiet; then you tiptoe past the sleeping
man. You pick up the shotgun and the knife, then
edge over to the boy. With quick, careful strokes,
you cut the ropes binding him to the chair.
The boy whispers, "There's a road below the
ridge, not too far away. Careful, that thing's
loaded!"
Awakened by the noise, the big man leaps
fromhis chair. You try to swing the gun around,
but the man lunges at you. He wrenches the gun
out of your hands and sends you sprawling across
the floor. Out of the corner of your eye you see
the boy rush out the door.
"Don't hurt me," you cry, trying to keep the
man distracted.
"Stand in that corner and keep your hands
up!" he shouts. Then, looking around, he yells,
"Hey, where did that little devil go?"

Turn to page 93.

 91

An hour later, when the man goes outside to

gather firewood, you and the boy have a chance
to talk.
"I'm Chauncey Van Dyne," the boys says. "My
family is very rich. That's why
I'm here. Two men
kidnapped me from one of our hunting lodges,
about twenty miles from here, at Elk Falls. The
other man is ransom a million
trying to collect a —
—from
dollars my
dad. This man his name is —
Gino — says that unless he gets a radio message
from his partner by sundown telling him he has
collected the money, he's going to shoot me; and
I guess he'll shoot you, too."
"Can your dad pay a million dollars?" you ask.
"Oh, sure, that's no problem," Chauncey says.
"I'm just afraid that Gino's partner won't keep his
end of the deal. Once he gets the money, he may
not wait around to radio Gino."

Go on to the next page.

92

"Do you have any ideas about what we could

do?" you ask, but Chauncey can't answer be-
cause at that moment Gino kicks the door open
and staggers in with an armful of wood.
You sit quietly, trying to think of something to
do. You start to sweat. Time passes. The sun
drops lower in the sky. Finally Gino steps outside
again. Meanwhile you've had a couple of ideas.
They both seem like long shots, but you're des-
perate. You could try to pick up Gino's knife with
your teeth and cut the ropes tying your hands. Or
you could try to reason with Gino, perhaps even
make friends with him, so that he won't hurt you
and Chauncey.

// you try to pick up the knife, turn to page 94.

If you decide to talk to Gino when he returns,

turn to page 77.
 93
With the shotgun in one hand and the knife in
the other, he darts out the door. You look around
the cabin. There's a label pasted on the radio.
The bold red letters on the label read: Emergency
Transmission Instructions.
You read the instructions quickly. Within sec-
onds you have activated the emergency homing
signal, which automatically gives your bearing to
anyone who is monitoring the frequency.
Do you have time to escape before the man
gets back? The boy said there was a road not too
far away; it must be farther down the mountain.
But the man might follow you, or you might get
lost. You look out the door at the tracks in the

snow. Neither the man nor the boy is visible.

Even if he knows where he's going, that kid can't
get very far. ...

// you decide to run for it, turn to page 87.

If you decide to stay in the cabin,

turn to page 102.
94

It's now or never! You roll across the floor, seize

the knife handle in your teeth, sit up, and start to

cut the rope binding your wrists together. You
can't get much pressure on the knife. You're wor-
ried that you'llbreak some teeth as you bite on it.
But the knife is sharp as a razor. In a few seconds
you've cut through. You've also cut your arm. It
hurts, and blood is trickling down your arm, but
you hardly notice. You quickly cut through the
ropes binding your legs and then cut Chauncey's
ropes.

Turn to page 16.

 95

You grab the sleeping bag and jump out onto

the frozen lake. Seconds later the helicopter ex-
plodes with enough force to break through the
ice. You watch in horror as the frigid water
quenches the flames and swallows the chopper
into its black depths, taking two good men along
with it and leaving you alone in a bleak, dark
world.
You can't see, and you don't dare set out
across the ice until dawn. You crawl into the
sleeping bag and fall into a fitful sleep.

Turn to page 50.

 —
96

You keep climbing, but your symptoms

worsen. You have to stop again and again to
cough or catch your breath. You continue to
climb, one heavy foot in front of the other your —
mind too dulled to think of anything else. Sud-
denly you stop and gasp for air, but no air comes.
You feel as if you are suffocating, and in a sense
you are: from a pulmonary edema, a high-
altitude sickness — caused by lack of oxygen
that can be fatal. This time it is. . . .

The End
 99

You try to tie up Gino, but in a flash he whips

you around, snarling like an enraged animal. He
lunges at Chauncey and grabs the shotgun. You
start toward the door, but out of the corner of
your eye you see Gino bringing the butt of the
—
gun down on your skull the last thing you'll ever
see.

The End
100

"I can't be sure," you say, "but I think I've been

heading mostly south, so the plane must have
crashed up on Broadback Mountain, to the
north."
"Okay," Nick says, "I'll tell them to try that way
first."He snaps on his radio headphones and gets
the message through to the Mounted Police.
There is nothing more you can do. The two of
you play gin rummy for an hour, but your heart
isn't in the game. Finally you quit and stare out
the window at the steadily falling snow.

Turn to page 106.

 101

You sit down on your pack to rest. A fresh wind

has sprung up. The sun has disappeared behind a
cloud. It's getting colder. You wonder whether
you'll make through the day. You close your
it

eyes and rest your head on your folded arms.

Then you hear a sound overhead a plane!—
You leap to your feet, yelling and waving. The
plane dips its wings, circles, and flies off. You're
still in danger, but you've never been so happy in

your life. A helicopter will soon be on the way to

pick you up. Your message in the snow has saved
you.

The End
102

The odds of your making it to the highway

seem pretty too much danger that
slim. There's
the man with the gun will shoot at you.
You wait nervously. Soon you see the man re-
turning, shoving the boy ahead of him. You've
got to admire that kid. He made a nice try.
A thought flashes through your mind. You
switch off the radio — better not let the man know
you've been using it. You slump in a corner, put
your head in your arms, and pretend to cry.
"Stop bawling," the man yells at you as he
shoves the boy in ahead of him. He ties the two of
you back to back. The ropes are painfully tight;
you begin to worry about your circulation.
About an hour later you hear a loud noise
overhead. The man looks outside. You hear him
cursing. Then, through the open door, you see
him run into the woods. The noise grows louder.
A helicopter is landing outside the cabin!
Moments two policemen storm inside.
later
You've been saved, and so has the boy. And now
that a helicopter is here, you can guide the police
to Jake.

The End
104

Chauncey has the shotgun aimed at Gino, but

you're beginning to feel uncomfortable. Gino is
glaring at you; his fists are clenched. You're sure
he's planning something.
"Look," you whisper to Chauncey, "he's get-
ting panicky. If we take our eyes off him, even for

a second, he could grab this gun in one flying

leap. I'll watch; you rest for an hour. Then I'll rest,
and you guard him for an hour. It's going to have
to be that way until help comes."
Chauncey nods in agreement and hands you
the gun. He seems like a tough kid, but he's
younger than you. You don't like the thought of
taking a nap while he stands guard.
By the time an hour has passed, your eyes
ache. You'd like to close them for a few seconds,
but you don't dare. Chauncey is sound asleep.

// you wake up Chauncey and let him stand

guard, turn to page 110.

If you decide its safer to stand guard yourself

turn to page 107.
 105

You want to help Jake, but you feel lucky to

have made it to this cabin. No use pushing your
luck trying to get back to the plane.
As the long hours pass, you keep the fire burn-
ingand fiddle with the radio, waiting for help. A
whole week passes before anyone comes. By the
time a helicopter finally lands near the cabin, your
food supply is almost used up.
"Have you picked up my friend?" you ask the
pilot as he steps out of the chopper.
He stares at you a moment, as if he hasn't
heard, then nods his head. "We picked him up.
We dropped supplies, but he didn't have the
strength to find them in the snow. We only wish
we could have reached him a few days sooner."
—
You don't answer it's all you can do to fight
back the tears.

The End
106

At last a message comes through, Nick throws

his headphones down on the table. "The Moun-
ties had to call off their search," he says. "They
pretty much combed Broadback Mountain with-
out finding a trace of a plane wreck. They were
going to check out Mount Chilmark, but by then
they were running into blizzard conditions. They
say it may be a couple of days before it lets up
enough for them to go back in there. Vicious
winds in those mountains, you know."
Your heart sinks. You must have given the
wrong directions. You feel certain that Jake won't
make it.

The End
 107

You decide to let Chauncey sleep. You stare at

Gino, who finally seems calmer. It looks as if he's
catching up on his sleep. The night seems end-
less. If only morning would come! Your head
nods, and you jerk it up as you realize you were
beginning to doze. That was a close call. You'll be
more careful from now on.
And you more careful, for an hour or so.
are
But eventually the need for sleep overpowers
you. You don't hear the man stealing across the
room, carefully lifting the gun out of your lap, and
pulling the trigger.

The End
108
It seems best to thaw out your foot before

walking any farther, so you get a good fire going,

then take your boots off and sit down in front of it,
legs stretched out, to warm your feet.
The heat feels good minute or so; then
for a
your injured foot begins to hurt. You back away
so it won't be heated too rapidly, but now it's
hurting even more.
Hopping on one foot, you pile more wood on
the fire and then sit at the far end of the cabin so

that your foot will not be heated more than the

rest of your body. You prop your foot up on a
pillow That helps a little, but soon your foot be-
gins to hurt even more. It's thawing out, but the
pain is —
worse it's becoming unbearable!
You hop to the cabin door and throw it open to
let cool air in. But now you can't bear to put any
weight at all on your left foot. Although you have
a warm shelter, you are in serious trouble you —
can no longer walk! You might not be rescued for
days, and in the meanwhile, what about your
foot? Gangrene could set in. Maybe it will have to
be amputated. These grisly thoughts run through
your mind during the long hours that follow,
while you wait for help.

The End
 109

You lose track of time as you make your way

along a ridge that slopes down toward a valley
and seems to be a safe route off the mountain.
You haven't been able to feel your left foot for a
long time. Maybe you should have tried to dry it
off after you got it wet. Now you are afraid it's

frozen.
You keep moving; your view is blocked by pine
but at last you find a wide trail. In fact,
trees,
you've stumbled onto an old logging road. Your
spirits rise as you realize that this road must lead
to a larger road, and eventually to civilization!

Turn to page 43.

110

You wake up Chauncey. Throughout the night,

you take turns standing guard, changing places
every hour. When morning comes, Gino is still
huddled in the corner. Chauncey opens a can of
tuna and shoves a plate of tuna and bread across
the floor to your prisoner. For a second you think
Gino is going to lunge at you instead of taking his
breakfast. You level the shotgun right at him. Sud-
denly Chauncey shrieks, "Yippee!" You're so ex-
cited that it's hard to keep the gun level as you
hear the whirring racket made by a helicopter
landing outside the cabin.

Turn to page 58.

 Ill

To Whoever Finds This Letter

As I write this, I have not long to live. I broke
my leg while searching for the gold that, ac-
cording to Indian legend, lies in this cave. I

found what may be one of the richest veins

of gold ore in the world, but all for nothing.
No one knows I am here, so I shall never
leave this cave alive. I own
deed to this the
land, and I hereby will to you who have
found this cave all this gold and this poor
pile of bones that once was the undersigned,

Horace Witherbee
Vancouver, British Columbia

At you're thrilled about finding this

first

letter. Goodluck piled upon good luck!

Then you think about the poor man who
—
wrote it how, in his eagerness to find gold,
he lost his life. Greed can be dangerous, it
seems. Maybe it's not a good idea to go after
the gold; the thought of returning to that
cave gives you the chills. You've got plenty
of time to think about it, and meanwhile
you've got fifty thousand dollars. You might
just go out and buy a new stereo, or even
buy Jake a new airplane.

The End
112

The creek winds along a gentle slope, but you

have to make your way around large boulders.
Jagged peaks rise on either side. Then your path
descends steeply. At times you have to face the
rocks as you climb down, holding on with your
hands and feet. At least you're more sheltered
—
from the wind and you know that the air will be
warmer when you reach a lower altitude. But the
farther you go, the less confident you feel that
you're headed toward the ranger station. Finally
you realize that you took the wrong trail.

Turn to page 44.

 113

But you're still worried about your foot. You sit

down and take off your left boot. You touch your
foot gently in several places, then press each of
your toes firmly. There's no
feeling at all. Your
toes and the your foot look grayish
front part of
white. There doesn't seem to be any doubt about
—
it at least half your foot is frozen!
You slip your numb left foot back into your
boot. It would take only about a half hour to
reach the highway. You know there will be cars
and trucks on a big road like that someone to —
rescue you. But you feel so tired and weak. You
could build a fire and warm your foot. Walking
would be easier if you had your strength back.

// you build a fire in order to thaw out your

page 108.
foot, turn to

If you set out for the highway right away,

go on to the next page.
114

You walk down the road as quickly as possible.

Cold and tired as you are, you have new energy
from the feeling that you're going to make it. The
road is fairly steep, and your foot feels as if it's
made of solid rock, but you make good progress.
At last you reach the highway. For a long, cold
twenty minutes you walk along the highway,
looking both ways in the hope of seeing an on-
coming car. Finally you see a truck coming along.
You stand in the middle of the road and wave it
down.
You tell the driver about the plane crash and
your efforts to get help for Jake. "I think my foot
may be frozen," you add.
"Lucky for you," the driver says, "there's a resi-
—
dent Mountie in Cartwright that's a lumber
camp about twenty miles down the road. They
should be able to get a medic to you pretty
quickly."

Go on to the next page.

 115

An hour later you are sitting on a stool in the

medical clinic in Cartwright. Your foot is thawing
in a bucket of very warm water. It hurts — even
—
with the painkillers you've taken but you're
smiling. The Mountie has just given you two great
pieces of news: Your foot is going to be okay, and
a helicopter team has safely lifted Jake off the
mountain!

The End
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 DANGER AVWV1TS YOU
in THE MOUNTAIN WILDERNESS!
You and your pilot Jake have crashed in the Canadian Rock-
ies. Jake is hurt, so its up to you to hike through the snow for
help. You walk for hours until you come to a cabin. Inside you
see a terrifying scene— a boy is tied to a chair, guarded by a
sleeping man with a shotgun and a hunting knife!
What should you do ? Ifyou decide to play it safe and look
for help, turn to page 83. If you try to sneak in and grab
the gun and knife, turn to page 89. Be careful. Your next
move could make you rich — or trap you forever in the
dangerous mountains!
What happens next in the story? It all depends on the
choices you make. How does the story end? Only you can
find out! And the best part is that you can keep reading and
rereading until you've had not one but many incredibly
daring experiences!

CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE

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