His Tall Athletic
Figure, With Its Easy Flexible Motions, Appeared To Advantage In His
Present Dress; And His Fine Face, Though Roughened By A Thousand
Storms, Was Not At All Out Of Keeping With It.
We took leave of him
with much regret; and unless his changing features, as he shook us by
the hand, belied him, the feeling on his part was no less than on
ours.
Shaw had given him a horse at Westport. My rifle, which he
had always been fond of using, as it was an excellent piece, much
better than his own, is now in his hands, and perhaps at this moment
its sharp voice is startling the echoes of the Rocky Mountains. On
the next morning we left town, and after a fortnight of railroads and
steamboat we saw once more the familiar features of home.
End of The Oregon Trail by Francis Parkman, Jr.
Enter page number
Previous
Page 128 of 128
Words from 129153 to 129303
of 129303
