. 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 . lope. Of ttimes we had seen them on the plains and in mountainfastnesses singly, or in bands of five or six, but here is this greenmountain dell, this oasis of the mountain desert, this paradise of greenverdure, whose bloom seemed to have dropped from heavens portals— here, where nature had spread her richest feast in glorious profu-sion and every trickling mountain stream, every dewdrop from the
. 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 . lope. Of ttimes we had seen them on the plains and in mountainfastnesses singly, or in bands of five or six, but here is this greenmountain dell, this oasis of the mountain desert, this paradise of greenverdure, whose bloom seemed to have dropped from heavens portals— here, where nature had spread her richest feast in glorious profu-sion and every trickling mountain stream, every dewdrop from theevening clouds and every ray of sunshine sprinkled from the battle-ments of light served but to aid the rich profusion of the growth; theycame, as nature intended, in flocks and herds. As our coach rolledaway from Medicine Bow Station, a herd of a hundred or more weregrazing peacefully within a few hundred rods. As we approachedthem noiselessly, they raised their timid eyes and gazed upon us witha wondering look. They did not appear to comprehend the approachof man, their mortal enemy, until we were close upon them, within afew feet almost, when suddenly, as if awakened to a sense of danger,. 203 ECHOES FROM THE ROCKY MOUNTAINS. 205 they swiftly bounded away, and with the fleetness of the wind crossedthe green stretch of country and were lost within the rugged defiles ofuntrodden mountain passes. Our lumbering coach rolled on, climbing the foothills of themountains that environed this romantic glen, and grass and rivuletfaded away in the dim distance as the shadows of night deepened andfell around us. But the silence was not unbroken. Through the dark-ness came the roar of mighty waters as we climbed toward the sourceof all the beauty of the valley we had so lately traversed. Why werethe sounds of the waters so mighty here, when down in the distantvalley they were singing their songs of peace and rippling over theirwhite beds in many diverse ways? The fruitful valley was wate
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