There Was No Road Or Even
Trail To Be Seen; The Bark On Trees Had Been Cut To Mark The Way, But
Far Astray We Could Not Have Gone Unless We Had Deliberately Ridden Up
The Side Of A Mountain.
The only thing that resembled a house along
the sixteen miles was a deserted cabin about half way up, and which
only accentuated the awful loneliness.
Bettie had been standing in the stable for several days, and that,
with the biting cold air in the valley, made her entirely too frisky,
and she was very nervous, too, over the deep snow that held her feet
down. We went Indian file - I always in the middle - as there were
little grades and falling-off places all along that were hidden by the
snow, and I was cautioned constantly by Faye and Bryant to keep my
horse in line. The snow is very fine and dry in this altitude, and
never packs as it does in a more moist atmosphere.
When we had ridden about one half the distance up we came to a little
hill, at the bottom of which was known to be a bridge that crossed the
deep-cut banks of one of those mountain streams that are dry eleven
months of the year and raging torrents the twelfth, when the snow
melts. It so happened that Faye did not get on this bridge just right,
so down in the light snow he and Pete went, and all that we could see
of them were Faye's head and shoulders and the head of the horse with
the awful bulging eyes!
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