SHOSHONE LAND 



apart on the mountains to gather herbs, 

 and when he came again I knew by the 

 new fortitude of his countenance and the 

 new color of his reminiscences that he had 

 been alone and unspied upon in Shoshone 

 Land. 



To reach that country from the cam- 

 poodie, one goes south and south, within 

 hearing of the lip-lip-lapping of the great 

 tideless lake, and south by east over a 

 high rolling district, miles and miles of 

 sage and nothing else. So one comes to 

 the country of the painted hills, old red 

 cones of craters, wasteful beds of mineral 

 earths, hot, acrid springs, and steam jets 

 issuing from a leprous soil. After the 

 hills the black rock, after the craters the 

 spewed lava, ash strewn, of incredible 

 thickness, and full of sharp, winding rifts. 

 There are picture writings carved deep in 

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