The Oregon TrailCharles E. Merrill Company, 1910 - 553 páginas |
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... killed more than thirty grizzly bears . He was a proof of what unaided nature will sometimes do . I have never , in the city or in the wilderness , met a better man than my noble and true - hearted friend , Henry Chatillon . We were ...
... killed more than thirty grizzly bears . He was a proof of what unaided nature will sometimes do . I have never , in the city or in the wilderness , met a better man than my noble and true - hearted friend , Henry Chatillon . We were ...
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... killed , when suddenly a motley concourse2 appeared wading across the creek toward us . They filed past in rapid succession , men , women , and children ; some were on horseback , some on foot , but all were alike squalid and wretched ...
... killed , when suddenly a motley concourse2 appeared wading across the creek toward us . They filed past in rapid succession , men , women , and children ; some were on horseback , some on foot , but all were alike squalid and wretched ...
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... killed salmon in Nova Scotia , and trout , by his own account , in all the streams of the three kingdoms . But in an evil hour a seductive stranger came from London ; no less a person than R. , who , among other multitudinous wanderings ...
... killed salmon in Nova Scotia , and trout , by his own account , in all the streams of the three kingdoms . But in an evil hour a seductive stranger came from London ; no less a person than R. , who , among other multitudinous wanderings ...
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... kill at a single shot . This was the old bull at whom I fired , ignorant that he was already in extremity . At that moment , I heard Shaw and Henry shouting to me ; but the muscles of a stronger arm than mine could not have checked at ...
... kill at a single shot . This was the old bull at whom I fired , ignorant that he was already in extremity . At that moment , I heard Shaw and Henry shouting to me ; but the muscles of a stronger arm than mine could not have checked at ...
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... killed or lost , we can- not tell . I find the above in my notebook , and well remember the council held on the ... kill him ; maybe he got lost ; I cannot tell ! " With this the auditors were obliged to rest content ; the emigrants ...
... killed or lost , we can- not tell . I find the above in my notebook , and well remember the council held on the ... kill him ; maybe he got lost ; I cannot tell ! " With this the auditors were obliged to rest content ; the emigrants ...
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The Oregon Trail: Sketches of Prairie and Rocky Mountain Life Francis Parkman Vista previa limitada - 2010 |
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Página 338 - To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er or rarely been ; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flock that never needs a fold ; Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean ; This is not solitude ; 'tis but to hold Converse with Nature's charms, and view her stores unroll'd.
Página 47 - Though sluggards deem it but a foolish chase, And marvel men should quit their easy chair, The toilsome way, and long, long league to trace, Oh! there is sweetness in the mountain air, And Life, that bloated Ease can never hope to share.
Página 67 - An insect with eleven legs is swimming in your teacup, a nondescript with nine wings is struggling in the small beer, or a caterpillar with several dozen eyes in his belly is hastening over the bread and butter! All nature is alive, and seems to be gathering all her entomological hosts to eat you up, as you are standing, out of your coat, waistcoat, and breeches.
Página 22 - Her upper-deck was covered with large wagons of a peculiar form, for the Santa Fe trade, and her hold was crammed with goods for the same destination. There were also the equipments and provisions of a party of Oregon emigrants, a band of mules and horses, piles of saddles and harness, and a multitude of nondescript articles, indispensable on the prairies. Almost hidden in this medley was a small French cart, of the sort very appropriately called a "mule-killer" beyond the frontiers, and not far...
Página 460 - ... nothing but a cloud of dust before me, but I knew that it concealed a band of many hundreds of buffalo. In a moment I was in the midst of the cloud, half suffocated by the dust and stunned by the trampling of the flying herd; but I was drunk with the chase and cared for nothing but the buffalo. Very soon a long dark mass became visible, looming through the dust ; then I could distinguish each bulky carcass, the hoofs flying out beneath, the short tails held rigidly erect.
Página 52 - Or stretch'd on the beach, or our saddles spread As a pillow beneath the resting head, Fresh we woke upon the morrow: All our thoughts and words had scope, We had health, and we had hope, Toil and travel, but no sorrow.
Página 458 - From the river bank on the right, away over the swelling prairie on the left, and in front as far as the eye could reach, was one vast host of buffalo. The outskirts of the herd were within a quarter of a mile. In many parts they were crowded so densely together that in the distance their rounded backs presented a surface of uniform blackness...
Página 25 - Westport was full of Indians, whose little shaggy ponies were tied by dozens along the houses and fences. Sacs and Foxes, with shaved heads and painted faces, Shawanoes and Delawares, fluttering in calico frocks and turbans, Wyandots dressed like white men, and a few wretched Kansas wrapped in old blankets, were strolling about the streets or lounging in and out of the shops and houses.
Página 91 - ... course of the journey. Sometimes we passed the grave of one who had sickened and died on the way. The earth was usually torn up, and covered thickly with wolf-tracks. Some had escaped this violation. One morning, a piece of plank, standing upright on the summit of a grassy hill, attracted our notice, and riding up to it, we found the following words very roughly traced upon it, apparently with a red-hot piece of iron:— MARY ELLIS. DIED MAY 7TH, 1845. AGED TWO MONTHS.
Página 103 - Here society is reduced to its original elements, the whole fabric of art and conventionality is struck rudely to pieces, and men find themselves suddenly brought back to the wants and resources of their original natures.