The Land of Lure: A Story of the Columbia River BasinSmith, Elliott
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The Land of Lure: A Story of the Columbia River Basin
Smith, Elliott
Frontier and pioneer life -- Fiction; Northwest, Pacific -- Fiction
That it had been a water course was evidenced by the beds of well worn
gravel, devoid of all soil, and the marks of the constant wash of the
waves on the face of the cliffs on either side. Who knows but what at
some remote period the mighty Columbia river had flowed through this
grand coulee, emptying into an inland sea, the bed of which now formed
the desert of almost a million acres, destined to be the home of half as
many people? Flowing thus for ages, nourishing plants now unknown; its
limpid waters, cooling and refreshing the prehistoric monsters that
came daily to drink at its brink; sheltering beneath its rippling waves
species of fish now extinct, their fossalized forms only remaining to
remind us of the mighty changes that have taken place. Flowing
peacefully on, secure in its mightiness, yet all the while somewhere
along its course was being assembled the power that wrought this change,
the terrific force in the nature of gases generated far in the depths of
the earth. It might be thousands of miles away, conducted through
unknown channels and crevices, seeking the point of least resistance,
forced hither and thither by the ever increasing pressure, until a
subterranean cavity is formed by a slight upheaval or displacement of
the stratification. Into this rush the gases, followed by the raging
fires, until further resistance is impossible. The imprisoned demon
crouches in narrow confines, trapped at last; and with a mighty shudder,
the effects of which are felt on the surface, causing the ponderous
mastodon to halt unsteadily, and raising his gigantic head in alarm,
sounds a note of warning, and followed by his herd, rushes madly through
the mass of huge ferns in search of safety.
The imprisoned force, no longer able to confine its strength, furiously
gathers its reenforcement, and with terrific, thunderous roar, forces
the crust and breaks through, tearing asunder this sphere that has taken
eons to form, disgorging in fiery torrents upon the surface of half a
continent the contents of its seething cauldron.
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