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
Poor Rachel felt the cold greatly, and was less able to get along than
her young mistress. Still she persevered. "If you go I go, Missee
Clarice; never mind where," said the faithful creature; although very
often she crept along on her hands and knees rather than trust herself
to an upright position.
Thus, climbing along the side of the precipice, with a gorge so deep on
one side that the bottom was invisible, and the mountain rising on the
other apparently lost in the skies, we worked our way on until, after
descending again for some distance, we reached more level ground. It
was a large valley or plateau surrounded by mountains; those we had
crossed being on the one side, while a still more elevated range
occupied the other. Wild as was the scenery through which we had
passed, this was wilder still. It was traversed, however, by the stream
whose course we had followed, and although we were unable to see its
source, there could be no doubt that it descended from the lofty range
before us. A portion of the plateau was covered by a forest, nourished
by numerous rivulets, most of which flowed into larger streams, although
some found an outlet towards the southward. No signs of inhabitants
were visible; but game of every kind was most abundant, herds of deer,
mountain sheep, and birds of all descriptions.
"I am not the man to propose going back," said Uncle Jeff; "but unless
we can find an opening in these rocks, it is very clear that our present
party cannot go forward. I propose, therefore, that we should camp here
until we have explored the country ahead, after which we shall be able
to form our plans."
He looked towards Clarice as he spoke. He had resolved not to expose
her to the fatigue and peril which his experience told him must
inevitably be endured by those attempting to make their way through so
wild a region as that before us. He therefore selected a suitable spot
for camping. Clarice's tent was put up, and we cut down poles and
boughs with which to form a couple of small huts for ourselves. Uncle
Jeff, Manley, and I had one, and the two men the other.
While the sergeant and Pat were employed in erecting the huts, the rest
of us took our rifles and started in search of game, and before long we
caught sight, towards the northern end of the valley, of several elk or
moose feeding near a wood. It was necessary to approach them
cautiously, however, for should they take the alarm they would be off at
a rate which would give us little chance of overtaking them. But the
wind came from them to us, and this was to our advantage.
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