. Camps in the Rockies [microform] : being a narrative of life on the frontier, and sport in the Rocky Mountains, with an account of the cattle ranches of the West. Camping; Hunting; Camping; Chasse. Winter Camps a^id Indian Camps, 2 7 /3 the thermometer was up in the nineties. The cold was very great, quite equal to that of the Arctic regions; worse still was the wind, requiring constant care to pre- vent frostbite. And as at the time we had no tent, and simply slept on and under our buffalo robes on the snow, the hardships of that trip were, quite in consequence of the unprecedented cold and
. Camps in the Rockies [microform] : being a narrative of life on the frontier, and sport in the Rocky Mountains, with an account of the cattle ranches of the West. Camping; Hunting; Camping; Chasse. Winter Camps a^id Indian Camps, 2 7 /3 the thermometer was up in the nineties. The cold was very great, quite equal to that of the Arctic regions; worse still was the wind, requiring constant care to pre- vent frostbite. And as at the time we had no tent, and simply slept on and under our buffalo robes on the snow, the hardships of that trip were, quite in consequence of the unprecedented cold and storms, of an unusual kind. To one incident of these ten days I would desire to refer, as showing the Indian character and the incredibly miserable position of the squaws, upon which so many writers have dilated. We were within a day or two's travel of the Fort, and late at night, after a perishingly cold ride, reached the banks of the Big Wind River, at one of the few fords, intending to cross it as best we could the following morning. We were saddling up our wretched, emaciated horses at an early hour of the terribly cold morning—during the night the mercury had congealed in my the'inometer, so that there must have been, at the least, seventy-one degrees of frost, and the dismal aspect of the snow-clad unutterably dreary bad-land scenery needed not the fine powdery snow driving before the wind to make it peculiarly depressing—when an Indian with his squaw, driving before them ome ten or twelve miserably thin horses, packed with their usual lares et penatcs, passed us, and proceeded to cross the river. As we thought it likely that they knew the exact spot of the ford, I went to watch them take the water. It was about as nasty a crossing as ever I saw. The Wind River is at all times a very dangerous stream, for its great fall and the vast volume of water that fills it in early summer, change the bed from year to T. Please note that these images are extracted from scanned p
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