2038 A.D. "I’m starting to think that Hemingway never got up this high," said Ray Glover. "After all, he was an out-of-shape boozer. I’m in great shape and I still can’t catch my breath." "He was a fiction writer," said Jim Donahue. "So it’s possible he made it up. After all, in The Green Hills of Africa, which is still being sold as non-fiction, he seems to run into someone who wants to discuss literature every time he’s hiding in a blind waiting for some animal to come by, and no one ever called him on that." "If you go up and down the Coast, you can still find half a dozen hotels that brag that ‘Hemingway Slept Here," said Gorman. "According to the stories that have been passed down, he mostly drank there and slept where he fell or passed out." "Still, wouldn’t it be something if we could find the leopard?" I said. "We’ve already found something a thousand times more important," replied Donahue. "Maybe ten professors of literature give a damn whether the leopard was real or not, but if this"-he indicated the frozen body-"is what we all think it is, everyone will care." "Could it have been a snow leopard?" asked Glover.
