. Roosevelt in the Bad Lands . ars sub-sistence, in case the wanderlust should once moreseize upon her protector and provider. Roosevelt rode ahead of the caravan, spendingthe first night with the Langs, who were alwaysfriendly and hospitable and full of good talk, andrejoining Merrifield and the outfit on the Keoghtrail a few miles westward next morning. Slowlyand laboriously the prairie schooner lumberedalong the uneven route. The weather was sultry,and as chey crossed the high divide which separatedthe Little Missouri basin from the valley of theLittle Beaver they saw ahead of them the towe
. Roosevelt in the Bad Lands . ars sub-sistence, in case the wanderlust should once moreseize upon her protector and provider. Roosevelt rode ahead of the caravan, spendingthe first night with the Langs, who were alwaysfriendly and hospitable and full of good talk, andrejoining Merrifield and the outfit on the Keoghtrail a few miles westward next morning. Slowlyand laboriously the prairie schooner lumberedalong the uneven route. The weather was sultry,and as chey crossed the high divide which separatedthe Little Missouri basin from the valley of theLittle Beaver they saw ahead of them the toweringportents of storm. The northwest was alreadyblack, and in a space of time that seemed incrediblybrief the masses of cloud boiled up and over thesky. The storm rolled toward them at furiousspeed, extending its wings, as it came, as thoughto gather in its victims. Against the dark background of the mass [Rooseveltwrote, describing it later] could be seen pillars and cloudsof gray mist, whirled hither and thither by the THE START FOR THE BIG HORNS 177 and sheets of level rain driven before it. The edges ofthe wings tossed to and fro, and the wind shrieked andmoaned as it swept over the prairie. It was a storm ofunusual intensity; the prairie fowl rose in flocks frombefore it, scudding with spread wings toward the thickestcover, and the herds of antelope ran across the plainlike race-horses to gather in the hollows and behindthe low ridges. We spurred hard to get out of the open, riding withloose reins for the creek. The center of the storm sweptby behind us, fairly across our track, and we only got awipe from the tail of it. Yet this itself we could nothave faced in the open. The first gust caught us a fewhundred yards from the creek, almost taking us fromthe saddle, and driving the rain and hail in stinginglevel sheets against us. We galloped to the edge of adeep wash-out, scrambled into it at the risk of ournecks, and huddled up with our horses underneath thewindward
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