A Day with a Tramp, and Other DaysWyckoff, Walter A. (Walter Augustus)
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A Day with a Tramp, and Other Days
Wyckoff, Walter A. (Walter Augustus)
Tramps -- United States; Working class -- United States
Past the shops and saloons and dance-halls and hotels we wound our way
on among the frail shanties at the outskirts of the camp, until we
struck the wagon trail that led southward through a ranching country in
the direction of the pass over the mountain to Durango. Snow lay lightly
on the ground; vast tracts, however, had been swept clear by the wind,
so that ours was an unobstructed course, except where we had to plough
through occasional drifts, which our animals did with ease, tossing the
feathery flakes until they flashed again in the clear sunlight of a
frosty morning. The burros were at their best, keeping the trail at a
steady pace that never hinted at the habit of wandering. Price was
high-spirited at the thought of Phœnix, and, between snatches of song,
he regaled me with the glories of the Indian summer which we should find
across the range. I could well share his light-heartedness. As far as
Creede I had walked alone, picking the way with ease, but, between
Creede and Phœnix, there lay a stretch of the fast-fading frontier which
I longed to cross on foot, yet knew that I could not without a guide.
And here, as by miracle, one had appeared in the person of Price, who
knew the land and them that dwelt therein, and who was more than guide
in being a philosopher and friend. The keen air quickened our blood, as
we breathed deep of its rarefied purity and felt the mild warmth of the
winter sun like the glow of rising spirits. The mountain-peaks rose
white and still above the dark ruling of the timber line, yet radiant in
the light, and serene in a peace that passeth knowledge; and the head
waters of the Rio Grande swept past us in streams that were dark against
the snow, but ablaze where they reflected the sun.
It was long past noon before I thought of stopping, and then I found
that there were to be no mid-day stops on this expedition, for the days
were so short that camp had to be made between four and five in the
afternoon, and, as it was difficult to get started in the morning much
before eight o’clock, we could give at the best but little more than
eight hours in the day to travel.
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