Snap: A legend of the Lone MountainPhillipps-Wolley, Clive
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Snap: A legend of the Lone Mountain
Phillipps-Wolley, Clive
Canadian Rockies (B.C. and Alta.) -- Fiction; English fiction -- 19th century; Mountaineering -- Fiction
As the balloon passed out of fog-land the sun set, and a quick
darkness began to settle on the land. All sounds of the earth had
long since been plain to them: indeed, when in the fog, it seemed as
if every sound was right alongside. Now they could see as well as
hear. They were comparatively close to the earth, much nearer than
they had been for days. They were skimming over the prairie some
1,500 feet from the ground, and drifting straight to the Indian
encampment, sliding as it were down a gentle descent, the end of
which seemed likely to be right amongst the enemy's watch-fires.
'Dick,' cried Snap, 'if we don't lighten the balloon we are lost.
She is going to settle right amongst the Crows.'
'Well, sonny, there's only our clothes left to throw away now. I
don't mind sacrificing my hat and boots,' said Dick, and, suiting the
action to the word, he denuded himself of everything except his
flannel shirt and trousers. All followed his example.
'Wal,' he remarked, 'I never knowed it rain ready-made clothes afore.
Perhaps them Injuns didn't neither.'
'It hasn't done us much good either, Dick,' said Frank, 'I fancy we
are still sinking.'
'We are,' replied Snap; 'but if we could only manage to clear their
camp and fall a mile or two beyond them in the forest I should be
content to take my chance. We can't hope for much more, I am afraid,
now.'
'Much more?' muttered Towzer, 'I shouldn't much care if we did fall
amongst the Crows, if they would give us something to eat before
scalping us.'
Even at this supreme moment Towzer was true to his schoolboy
instincts: as for the others, they had almost forgotten their hunger
in the excitement of the scenes which they were passing through.
At this moment they heard a loud shouting in the Indian camp. They
were dashing backwards and forwards among the tents, horses were
being caught, and the wild yells of the bloodthirsty savages rang in
their ears.
'Encouraging sort of welcome to mother earth, isn't it?' said Snap.
'It's strange too,' added Wharton; 'of course they've seen us and
know we are dropping like a ripe plum into their mouths, but I wonder
at their making such a noise about it. It's not like 'em!'
'Snap,' said Frank, 'I think we can sell them now. If you fellows
tied me up a little so as to help my bad arm, we could all hold on to
the ring above the car or the cords it is fastened to, and cut the
car adrift.'
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