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alone: the horse carried me promptly out of the vicinity; and, 
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Woters— 
The Wind 
exhausted by loss of blood, the animal at the fourth 
Mocntains Shot fell to the ground. It was very lean, so I only 
took the tongue. 
On the third day (June 28th), a white streak ap- 
peared in the west. As we rose higher, it assumed 
more definite shape. Some of its shining points 
changed gradually to higher and higher steep cliffs 
with heads of ice and robes of snow; in a word, snow 
peaks of the Rocky Mountains arose before us. It 
was the chain of the Wind River Mountains, one 
of the steepest in this mighty mountain system. These 
mountains extend in a northwesterly direction with a 
length of eighty miles by a breadth of twenty to 
thirty. It is said that one of these peaks was meas- 
ured geometrically and barometrically on behalf 
of the Hudson’s Bay Company, and that it is 25,000 
feet high. As one approaches the mountains on a 
plateau, to which one gradually mounts through a 
journey of a thousand miles, and so is at a consid- 
erable elevation, it may well be that they do not 
seem to the eye as high as they actually are; yet such 
an assumption as to their height, which would put 
them in a class with the Himalayas, can scarcely 
be correct. Be that as it may, it is certainly a lofty 
and imposing chain of mountains, though I miss the 
romantic surroundings of the Swiss Alps, with their 
crystal lakes and blooming valleys which group them- 
