Across America; Or, The Great West and the Pacific CoastRusling, James Fowler
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Across America; Or, The Great West and the Pacific Coast
Rusling, James Fowler
Overland journeys to the Pacific; Pacific States -- Description and travel; West (U.S.) -- Description and travel
Off to the southwest, just shouldering over the range, presently
a white cloud loomed up, no bigger than a man's hand; but the dry
atmosphere east was too much for it, and it faded away as fast as it
toppled over. As we stood gazing at the immensity before us, some one
incidentally said, "I think I now understand how Bilboa felt, when
from the summit of the Andes he beheld the Pacific;" and it is a good
illustration of the identity of thought under like circumstances,
that half-a-dozen others quickly responded, "You bet! Just thinking
of the same thing!"
We reached Denver the same evening, jaded and travel-stained,
but full of enthusiasm over our trip among the mountains. We had
traversed nine counties, some as large as a moderate state east, and
been absent nearly a month in all. We had been reported captured and
slain by the Indians, as much as two or three times, but from first
to last did not see a hostile aborigine. We drove the same animals
down and back, over five hundred miles continuously, without the
loss of a mule, and seldom made less than thirty or forty miles a
day, when on the road. Our ambulances proved very convenient and
serviceable, but in crossing the ranges or in bad cañons I always
preferred a mule. My favorite was Kate, a noble jenny, as large as
a horse and a splendid walker, that carried me over many a mile
delightfully. She was as gentle as a kitten, and as faithful as a
dog--it sometimes seemed almost as knowing as a man--obeying every
whim of her rider, and following him everywhere. If any mule ever
attains immortality and a sort of heaven hereafter, surely Kate
deserves to. In crossing the ranges or threading the cañons thus,
on horse or mule back, several of us would often get miles ahead,
and the time thus gained afforded ample leisure for observation and
reflection. We were seldom at a loss for conversation, there was so
much to investigate and discuss; but when all else failed, we amused
ourselves by organizing (on paper) two monster Mining Companies, with
fabulous capitals, in which we divided off and took stock. I believe
I belonged to the Grand Sangre del Christo Rocky Mountain Mutual
Benefit Gold and Silver Mining Association; capital, $20,000,000!
H. and C. and others constituted a rival company, with like assets
and name equally pretentious. We set up these financial fictions
early in the trip, when somebody fell to talking about "feet;" and
what with selling "short," operating for a "rise," "corralling the
market," "declaring dividends," and abusing each others' "Company,"
they served to while away many an idle interval. The last afternoon
out, we "consolidated," shook hands over the "union," elected a full
"Board of Officers," and adjourned to receive our "joint dividends,"
at New York; but hitherto have never been so fortunate as to get a
"quorum" together there, and doubt now if we ever will.
CHAPTER VIII.
THE INDIANS--GEN. SHERMAN--KIT CARSON, ETC.
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