WITH THE BLUECOATS ON THE BORDER. 



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hills rising abruptly from the water's edge ; on through the 

 " Bad Lands," with the strange, fantastically shaped " buttes " 

 and turreted heights, pile upon pile, brightly colored in bands 

 of red, purple, black, and yellow, rising like walls of ancient and 

 ruined fastnesses of some by- 

 gone and long-forgotten race 

 of giants. Down the river, 

 now rushing rapidly through 

 narrow banks, now spreading, 

 broken with shoals and sand- 

 bars, far out on all sides, a 

 mile or more in width ; down 

 the river, gradually open- 

 ing up the bot- 

 tom lands, the 

 deep ravines and 

 "coulees" running 

 back into the hills; 

 sometimes we see 

 deer or antelope 

 feedinor on the 

 banks, or rushing 

 madly away in 

 alarm at the ap- 

 proach of the noisy, 

 smokinof monster. 



At night we " tie 



up " at convenient ^ -wood-hawk." 



places, for naviga- 

 tion is dangerous through a country where there are no 

 light -houses or warning beacons, and on a river where the 

 channel is so constantly changing. As the light fades away 



