a great wave of soul destroying fear en- 

 compassed me — wild black fear. I 

 could not reason it out. We were lost ! 



Nimrod scoffed at me. The track 

 was still plain, he said; but I could not 

 read the hieroglyphics at my feet, and 

 there was no room in my mind for con- 

 fidence or hope. Fear filled it all. 



There we were with the mighty forces 

 of the insensate world around, so pitiless, 

 so silently cruel, it seemed to my city- 

 bred soul. It was the spot where Nature 

 spread her wonders before us, one tiny 

 spring dividing its waters east and west 

 for the Atlantic and Pacific oceans, for 

 this was the highest point. 



We attempted to cross that hateful 

 divide, that at another time might have 

 looked so beautiful, when suddenly Nim- 

 rod's horse plunged withers deep in a 

 bog, and in his struggles to get out 



