. Echoes from the Rocky Mountains : reminiscences and thrilling incidents of the romantic and golden age of the great West, with a graphic account of its discovery, settlement, and grand development . hat threatened each instant to crash through my skull andscatter my brains on the ground. I can feel the blood running downinto my head with a bursting pain, the benumbing of my limbs, thehorrible sense of terrible danger and that other feeling of expectantdread that the next and the next blow would be the last. Added tothis was a heart-rending cry from some one in extreme agony, callingupon God
. Echoes from the Rocky Mountains : reminiscences and thrilling incidents of the romantic and golden age of the great West, with a graphic account of its discovery, settlement, and grand development . hat threatened each instant to crash through my skull andscatter my brains on the ground. I can feel the blood running downinto my head with a bursting pain, the benumbing of my limbs, thehorrible sense of terrible danger and that other feeling of expectantdread that the next and the next blow would be the last. Added tothis was a heart-rending cry from some one in extreme agony, callingupon God to kill him and thus end his misery and relieve him of hisdire pain—the sound of some other one retching and vomiting vio-lently from the shock of the concussion, and another voice calling myown name repeatedly, and I unable to reply or be heard, at least whilethe iron heels were shattering the boards above me and dropping thesplinters over me—and all of it in the dark. But amid it all I keptmy senses about me. I felt that I must not move or stir—that per-haps if I did not my life might be spared, as in some way I would beable to extricate myself from the terrible position in which I was. ECHOES FROM THE ROCKY MOUNTAINS. 407 placed. And so it proved. Although the hoofs of the horse eachtime grazed my head, I had sufficient command of myself to keep per-fectly still, and by and by, perhaps a few moments, they seemed to mean age, the animal ceased its efforts to demolish the wagon, and set-tled down to quietude and peace. Now was my opportunity. If Icould be released from the hook that so securely held me, I could makethe attempt to jump from beneath the horses feet into the streambelow by making a sudden dive under the wagon and the exposed endof the bridge, which was quite large enough to admit the body of a recall that I was clothed in a great overcoat, for the mountain air ofthe night was very shrewd, even in midsummer, and now fall was quiteupon us. So when the h
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