. Ox-team days on the Oregon Trail /by Ezra Meeker ; revised and edited by Howard R. Driggs. ed. The slycoyote, the simple antelope,and the cuiming sage hen stillhold sway as they did whenI first traversed the country. The old trail is there in allits grandeur. Why mark that trail! I exclaimed. Miles and miles ofit are worn so deep that centuries of storm will not effaceit; generations may pass and the origin of the trail maybecome a legend, but these marks will remain. We wondered to see the trail worn fifty feet wide andthree feet deep, and we hastened to photograph it. Butafter we were over
. Ox-team days on the Oregon Trail /by Ezra Meeker ; revised and edited by Howard R. Driggs. ed. The slycoyote, the simple antelope,and the cuiming sage hen stillhold sway as they did whenI first traversed the country. The old trail is there in allits grandeur. Why mark that trail! I exclaimed. Miles and miles ofit are worn so deep that centuries of storm will not effaceit; generations may pass and the origin of the trail maybecome a legend, but these marks will remain. We wondered to see the trail worn fifty feet wide andthree feet deep, and we hastened to photograph it. Butafter we were over the crest of the mountain, we saw it ahundred feet wide and fifteen feet deep. The tramp ofthousands upon thousands of men and women, the hoofs ofmillions of animals, and the wheels of untold numbers ofvehicles had loosened the soil, and the fierce winds hadCcQ-ried it away. In one place we found ruts worn a footdeep into the solid rock. The mountain region was as wild as it had been when Ifirst saw it. One day, while we were still west of the Rocky Trailing on to the South Pass 189 3 ^. Deep ruts had been worn in the soHd rock of the trail throughthe mountain country. Mountains, in Wyoming, two antelopes crossed theroad about a hundred yards ahead of us, a buck and adoe. The doe soon disappeared, but the buck came nearthe road and stood gazing at us in wonderment, as if toask, Who the mischief are you?Our dog Jim soon scented him, and away they went up 190 Ox-Team Days on the Oregon Trail the mountain side until Jim got tired and came back to thewagon. Then the antelope stopped on a little eminence onthe mountain, and for a long distance we could see himplainly against a background of sky. At another time we actually got near enough to get ashot with our kodaks at two antelopes; but they were toofar off to make good pictures. Our road was leading usobliquely up a gentle hill, gradually approaching nearer toone of the antelopes. I noticed that he would come towardus for a whil
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