In the Rocky MountainsKingston, William Henry Giles
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In the Rocky Mountains
Kingston, William Henry Giles
Frontier and pioneer life -- Fiction; Rocky Mountains -- Fiction
Although I had not forgotten the friends I hoped soon to see, my
instinct as a hunter made me anxious to secure the deer, as it might
possibly get up again, and be lost to us by springing into the river.
Acting on this impulse, therefore, I ran up to the wounded animal. The
poor brute was endeavouring to rise on its knees, so, ham-stringing it
with my knife, I effectually prevented it from escaping. I had,
however, to approach it cautiously, for a blow from its antlers, even in
its present state, might prove dangerous. I managed at length to reach
its throat, when its struggles speedily ceased.
I now looked round for my friends, in the expectation of seeing them at
any moment, for I was sure they would follow the deer; but they did not
come. Still I could not have been mistaken. The animal had been shot
by a rifle bullet; it was a rifle I had heard fired. Had Indian hunters
shot the deer, they would certainly have followed more closely at its
heels; and besides, they were not likely to have rifles.
After having secured the deer, I hastened in the direction from whence
it had come, expecting that every moment would solve the mystery. Yet,
eager as I was, my eyes could not avoid remarking the wonderful objects
around me. On one side was a basin, its projecting rim carved with
marvellously intricate tracery, while the waters within were tinted with
all the colours of the rainbow. On the other side appeared a mass
greatly resembling an ancient castle. It rose more than forty feet
above the plain, while in its midst was a turret of still greater
dimensions. A succession of steps, formed by the substances in the
water which had become hardened, led up to it, ornamented with bead and
shell work; while large masses, shaped like cauliflowers or
spongy-formed corals, projected from the walls. Out of this curious
structure, as I was passing it, shot a column of water sixty feet or
more in height, vast volumes of steam escaping at the same time.
It seems curious that I should have been able to remark these objects at
a time when my mind was occupied by a matter of so much importance.
Still I could not avoid seeing the objects; and although I did not at
the time think much about them, they stamped their impression on my mind
as I went along. Suddenly two figures appeared, which put every other
object out of my sight. My eyes were fixed upon them; I had no doubt
that they were Manley and Sergeant Custis. I shouted. They saw and
heard me, and came hurrying forward, and we were soon warmly shaking
hands.
"Ralph, my dear fellow! we feared that you were lost," exclaimed Manley,
"and we have been hunting for you day after day. How haggard you look!
How did you manage to lose us? and what has become of your rifle?"
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