. 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 . ve been no resurrection. After wading around for sometime, perhaps an hour, a voice rang out upon the frosty night air,Here it is! We hastened in the direction of the sound, and, sureenough, there it was. He had been the lucky one to first find it, andwe voted him a hero. He bore his honors meekly, and was glad toresume his seat in the coach, which had now returned to the driver, howeve
. 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 . ve been no resurrection. After wading around for sometime, perhaps an hour, a voice rang out upon the frosty night air,Here it is! We hastened in the direction of the sound, and, sureenough, there it was. He had been the lucky one to first find it, andwe voted him a hero. He bore his honors meekly, and was glad toresume his seat in the coach, which had now returned to the driver, however, fearful of again losing his way, insisted that twoof us should go ahead of the coach and keep tramping for the ruts, andgive the signal for him to halt when we could no longer feel thembeneath our feet. The first lot fell to myself and a passenger, whom Idid not know, and we kept it up for an hour until, all wearied out, wesought rest in the coach. Two others took our places and went onwith the weary work. We were now in Echo Canon, and soon wewould strike the dug-way on the sides of the mountain, more dangerousin winter than any other point along the whole line of the road wehad 425 ECHOES FROM THE KOCKY MOUNTAINS. ±27 There was a particular spot, also, on this dug-way more perilousthan any other. The vertical cut was faced with solid rock masonrylaid by the convulsive hand of nature when she fashioned that loftyrange. The roadbed had been washed by successive storms until it wasjust broad enough for a coach to pass successfully. When, however,the road was ice-bound and slippery with frozen sleet the danger ofsliding into the canons depth was increased manyfold. The spot waswell known to most overland travelers, as several coaches had beenhurled into the canons depths and dashed to pieces on the flinty rocksin the stream below. When we reached the neighborhood of the per-ilous spot some in the coach began to narrate the story of its dangerand the loss of the co
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