The Life and Adventures of Kit Carson, the Nestor of the Rocky Mountains, from Facts Narrated by HimselfPeters, De Witt C. (De Witt Clinton)
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The Life and Adventures of Kit Carson, the Nestor of the Rocky Mountains, from Facts Narrated by Himself
Peters, De Witt C. (De Witt Clinton)
Carson Kit, 1809-1868; Frontier and pioneer life -- West (U.S.)
"We did not steer for the mountainous islands, but directed our course
towards a lower one, which it had been decided we should first visit,
the summit of which was formed like the crater at the upper end of
Bear River valley. So long as we could touch the bottom with our
paddles, we were very gay; but gradually, as the water deepened, we
became more still in our frail batteau of gum cloth distended with
air, and with pasted seams. Although the day was very calm, there was
a considerable swell on the lake; and there were white patches of foam
on the surface, which were slowly moving to the southward, indicating
the set of a current in that direction, and recalling the recollection
of the whirlpool stories. The water continued to deepen as we
advanced; the lake becoming almost transparently clear, of an
extremely beautiful bright-green color; and the spray, which was
thrown into the boat and over our clothes, was directly converted
into a crust of common salt, which covered also our hands and
arms. 'Captain,' said Carson, who for some time had been looking
suspiciously at some whitening appearances outside the nearest islands
'what are those yonder?--won't you just take a look with the glass?'
We ceased paddling for a moment, and found them to be the caps of the
waves that were beginning to break under the force of a strong breeze
that was coming up the lake. The form of the boat seemed to be an
admirable one, and it rode on the waves like a water bird; but, at
the same time, it was extremely slow in its progress. When we were
a little more than half way across the reach, two of the divisions
between the cylinders gave way, and it required the constant use of
the bellows to keep in a sufficient quantity of air. For a long time
we scarcely seemed to approach our island, but gradually we worked
across the rougher sea of the open channel, into the smoother water
under the lee of the island, and began to discover that what we took
for a long row of pelicans, ranged on the beach, were only low cliffs
whitened with salt by the spray of the waves; and about noon we
reached the shore, the transparency of the water enabling us to see
the bottom at a considerable depth.
"'The cliffs and masses of rock along the shore were whitened by an
incrustation of salt where the waves dashed up against them; and the
evaporating water, which had been left in holes and hollows on
the surface of the rocks, was covered with a crust of salt about
one-eighth of an inch in thickness.
"'Carrying with us the barometer and other instruments, in the
afternoon we ascended to the highest point of the island--a bare rocky
peak, 800 feet above the lake. Standing on the summit, we enjoyed an
extended view of the lake, inclosed in a basin of rugged mountains,
which sometimes left marshy flats and extensive bottoms between them
and the shore, and in other places came directly down into the water
with bold and precipitous bluffs.
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