All Heroes But One 



not kill these beautiful flowers was a mystery to me. 

 The horses could not step without crushing them. 



Before long, the ravines became so deep that we 

 had to zigzag up and down their sides, and to force 

 our horses through the aspen thickets in the hollows. 

 Once from a ridge I saw a troop of deer, and stopped 

 to watch them. Twenty-seven I counted outright, 

 but there must have been three times that number. I 

 saw the herd break across a glade, and watched them 

 until they were lost in the forest. My companions 

 having disappeared, I pushed on, and while working 

 out of a wide, deep hollow, I noticed the sunny 

 patches fade from the bright slopes, and the golden 

 streaks vanish among the pines. The sky had become 

 overcast, and the forest was darkening. The &quot; Waa- 

 hoo &quot; I cried out returned in echo only. The wind 

 blew hard in my face, and the pines began to bend 

 and roar. An immense black cloud enveloped Buck 

 skin. 



Satan had carried me no farther than the next 

 ridge, when the forest frowned dark as twilight, and 

 on the wind whirled flakes of snow. Over the next 

 hollow, a white pall roared through the trees toward 

 me. Hardly had I time to get the direction of the 

 trail, and its relation to the trees nearby, when the 

 storm enfolded me. Of his own accord Satan 

 stopped in the lee of a bushy spruce. The roar in 



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