Buffalo Bill's Spy Trailer; Or, The Stranger in Camp. Ingraham Prentiss

XXVIII.

       THE LONE TRAIL.

       CHAPTER XXIX.

       TO WELCOME THE FAIR GUEST.

       CHAPTER XXX.

       AT THE RENDEZVOUS.

       CHAPTER XXXI.

       DOCTOR DICK TELLS THE NEWS.

       CHAPTER XXXII.

       THE MINERS' WELCOME.

       CHAPTER XXXIII.

       THE COUNCIL.

       CHAPTER XXXIV.

       A METAMORPHOSIS.

       CHAPTER XXXV.

       THE DRIVER'S LETTER.

       CHAPTER XXXVI.

       THE SCOUT ON THE WATCH.

       CHAPTER XXXVII.

       THE MINER'S MISSION.

       CHAPTER XXXVIII.

       A LEAF FROM THE PAST.

       CHAPTER XXXIX.

       THE OUTLAW'S CONFESSION.

       CHAPTER XL.

       TEARING OFF THE MASK.

BUFFALO BILL'S SPY TRAILER.

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CHAPTER I.

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THE HERMIT OF THE GRAND CAÑON.

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      A horseman drew rein one morning, upon the brink of the Grand Cañon of the Colorado, a mighty abyss, too vast for the eye to take in its grand immensity; a mighty mountain rent asunder and forming a chasm which is a valley of grandeur and beauty, through which flows the Colorado Grande. Ranges of mountains tower to cloudland on all sides with cliffs of scarlet, blue, violet, yes, all hues of the rainbow; crystal streams flowing merrily along; verdant meadows, vales and hills, with massive forests everywhere—such was the sight that met the admiring gaze of the horseman as he sat there in his saddle, his horse looking down into the cañon.

      It was a spot avoided by Indians as the abiding-place of evil spirits; a scene shunned by white men, a mighty retreat where a fugitive, it would seem, would be forever safe, no matter what the crime that had driven him to seek a refuge there.

      Adown from where the horseman had halted, was the bare trace of a trail, winding around the edge of an overhanging rock by a shelf that was not a yard in width and which only a man could tread whose head was cool and heart fearless.

      Wrapt in admiration of the scene, the mist-clouds floating lazily upward from the cañon, the silver ribbon far away that revealed the winding river, and the songs of birds coming from a hundred leafy retreats on the hillsides, the horseman gave a deep sigh, as though memories most sad were awakened in his breast by the scene, and then dismounting began to unwrap a lariat from his saddle-horn.

      He was dressed as a miner, wore a slouch-hat, was of commanding presence, and his darkly bronzed face, heavily bearded, was full of determination, intelligence, and expression.

      Two led horses, carrying heavy packs, were behind the animal he rode, and attaching the lariats to their bits he took one end and led the way down the most perilous and picturesque trail along the shelf running around the jutting point of rocks.

      When he drew near the narrowest point, he took off the saddle and packs, and one at a time led the horses downward and around the hazardous rocks.

      A false step, a movement of fright in one of the animals, would send him downward to the depths more than a mile below.

      But the trembling animals seemed to have perfect confidence in their master, and after a long while he got them by the point of greatest peril.

      Going back and forward he carried the packs and saddles, and replacing them upon the animals began once more the descent of the only trail leading down into the Grand Cañon, from that side.

      The way was rugged, most dangerous in places, and several times his horses barely escaped a fall over the precipice, the coolness and strong arm of the man alone saving them from death, and his stores from destruction.

      It was nearly sunset when he at last reached the bottom of the stupendous rift, and only the tops of the cliffs were tinged with the golden light, the valley being in densest shadow.

      Going on along the cañon at a brisk pace, as though anxious to reach some camping-place before nightfall, after a ride of several miles he came in sight of a wooded cañon, entering the one he was then in, and with heights towering toward heaven so far that all below seemed as black as night.

      But a stream wound out of the cañon, to mingle its clear waters with the grand Colorado River a mile away, and massive trees grew near at hand, sheltering a cabin that stood upon the sloping hill at the base of a cliff that arose thousands of feet above it.

      When within a few hundred yards of the lone cabin, suddenly there was a crashing, grinding sound, a terrific roar, a rumbling, and the earth seemed shaken violently as the whole face of the mighty cliff came crushing down into the valley, sending up showers of splintered rocks and clouds of dust that were blinding and appalling!

      Back from the scene of danger fled the frightened horses, the rider showing no desire to check their flight until a spot of safety was reached.

      Then, half a mile from the fallen