Our course was through dense woods, in the shade and twinkling sunlight of overhanging boughs.  I would I could recall to mind all the startling combinations that presented themselves, as winding from side to side of the passage, to avoid its obstructions, we could see, glancing at intervals through the foliage, the awful forms of the gigantic cliffs, that seemed at times to hem us in on the right and on the left, before us and behind!  Another scene in a few moments greeted us; a tract of gray and sunny woods, broken into knolls and hollows, enlivened by birds and interspersed with flowers.  Among the rest I recognized the mellow whistle of the robin, an old familiar friend whom I had scarce expected to meet in such a place.  Humble-bees too were buzzing heavily about the flowers; and of these a species of larkspur caught my eye, more appropriate, it should seem, to cultivated gardens than to a remote wilderness.  Instantly it recalled a multitude of dormant and delightful recollections.

Leaving behind us this spot and its associations, a sight soon presented itself, characteristic of that warlike region.  In an open space, fenced in by high rocks, stood two Indian forts, of a square form, rudely built of sticks and logs.  They were somewhat ruinous, having probably been constructed the year before.  Each might have contained about twenty men.  Perhaps in this gloomy spot some party had been beset by their enemies, and those scowling rocks and blasted trees might not long since have looked down on a conflict unchronicled and unknown.  Yet if any traces of bloodshed remained they were completely hidden by the bushes and tall rank weeds.

Gradually the mountains drew apart, and the passage expanded into a plain, where again we found traces of an Indian encampment.  There were trees and bushes just before us, and we stopped here for an hour’s rest and refreshment.  When we had finished our meal Raymond struck fire, and lighting his pipe, sat down at the foot of a tree to smoke.  For some time I observed him puffing away with a face of unusual solemnity.  Then slowly taking the pipe from his lips, he looked up and remarked that we had better not go any farther.

“Why not?” asked I.

He said that the country was becoming very dangerous, that we were entering the range of the Snakes, Arapahoes and Grosventre Blackfeet, and that if any of their wandering parties should meet us, it would cost us our lives; but he added, with a blunt fidelity that nearly reconciled me to his stupidity, that he would go anywhere I wished.  I told him to bring up the animals, and mounting them we proceeded again.  I confess that, as we moved forward, the prospect seemed but a dreary and doubtful one.  I would have given the world for my ordinary elasticity of body and mind, and for a horse of such strength and spirit as the journey required.