Good roads . ble at all for him to locate exactly scenesof love or the chase in connection with the brown roamerswhose habitat this was so many moons ago, and we used to lethim go on with his stories to his hearts content, for he neverwove into them anything harsh or cruel; they usually woundup with a harvest dance and feast by moonlight, Pequot nuptialceremonies, pleasant birch bark canoe voyages to fairy huntinggrounds, where the poor Indian found no cold winters, nohunger, nor thirst, nor pale-faced interlopers to annoy or makehim afraid. But these roads are to this day in statu quo we foun
Good roads . ble at all for him to locate exactly scenesof love or the chase in connection with the brown roamerswhose habitat this was so many moons ago, and we used to lethim go on with his stories to his hearts content, for he neverwove into them anything harsh or cruel; they usually woundup with a harvest dance and feast by moonlight, Pequot nuptialceremonies, pleasant birch bark canoe voyages to fairy huntinggrounds, where the poor Indian found no cold winters, nohunger, nor thirst, nor pale-faced interlopers to annoy or makehim afraid. But these roads are to this day in statu quo we found themin the old days, for I took a select party over them only lastSeptember and found many of the old familiar washouts, someof which had been half-soled with sods, and many bare andsnaggle-toothed, as if with jaws open ready to snap at everyrubber-shod wheel passing. Why, sirs, I doubt if the whole of the twentieth centurywill be time enough for them to work up to a state of evendecent roads in HUNTERS HOT SPRINGS. BY MRS. JULIA H. EMERY. ^?^ARLrY in August, 1864, an emigrant train slowly made its^ way via the Big Horn towards Virginia City, lured byJ^ the dull, metallic lustre of the precious nuggets thickly^^^ imbedded in the ruby bed rock or mingling with thecrimson sands of all the mountain streams. Weary with travel, the drivers urged their patient ox-teamson over the dusty way. Slightly in advance rode a horseman,his rifle unslung and his eyes sweeping the landscape in searchof game. The setting sun, like a great fire-ship, was floating low inan amber sea, through which crimson-crested billows rolled andharmlessly broke, in a flood of rosy light, upon the snow-crowned mountains, whose precipitous sides formed the environ-ing walls of a wide basin or mountain park, lying 4480 feetabove the level of the sea. The surface of the park was broken by gently undulatingflower-strewn hills, and cut by the foaming waters of theYellowstone, impetuously rushing from it
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