The daily morning journal and courier., 1904-08-29

which was in place, worn to two feet or more in depth in the solid sandstone. For untold generations these Indians and their burros had been using this trail until this result had been attained. Reaching the plain, we hastened on over a, broad, well travelled trail lead ing straight to the Indian pueblo, which we could fairtly make out perched on the low cliffs far ahead. Night wrapped us in it's sornbre folds long be- fore we reached 1t, but over such a trail we could make nearly as good time by night as in daylight. At length we be- gan to climb a long, gentle ascent and so dark was it that before we knew 1t we saw right before it's the dim forms of the Indian houses. The yelping and barking of myriad of dogs announced to the Oraibis our approach, and I. soon saw before me the dark forms of three Indians.
 The Oraibis had a reputation for ugli- ness and general dislike of the whites, and I was somewhat uncertain as to our reception among, them and | ignorant also as to the precise where abouts of the rest of my party. Calling to those before me in as good a mixture of Mexican Indian and English as could command, 1 soon found that the | other men were here and was con- ducted to them. Chris, my cook, was overjoyed to see me, for he was greatly lconcerned as to our fate, I here met also an old friend who in former days had acted as interpreter for me and who, Iwith the Indian agent, had ridden that 40 miles to see me. While we were wait ling for supper we learned why there l had bbeen fears for our safety. The Inext day was to witness a great re- lligious ceremony in Oraibi. Chris who had reached there early had learned that fact.
 l He ascertained further that at sum
 down runners, who had been sent out
 to the north, south, east and west,
 would sprinkle a line of corn meal across every trail leading into the town
 and that any one who crossed that line l after such sprinkling would do so under Ipenalty of death. Through my friend lfrom the agency he knew that ex- pected to reach there that night and when darkness and the runners came
 and was still absent, he naturally felt I great fear lest our coming might bs
 fraught with grave consequences to us In the darkness, and ignorant of these l facts, we had ridden across this corr I meal dead line, and when we appeared
 before him unarrned and under the guidance of the Indians themselves, his
 relief can be imagined.
 Leaving Brow's Peak, Uinta. Noun, Itains, one afternoon, Jack, Mexican Joe sl ranchman and mountaineer there I and myself rode away for the pinnacle
 bad lands on Vermillion creek acros;
 the mountains. We reached Joe: garden ranch just at sundown and filled a pair of shoes on my saddle witt Il radishes. We were moving parallel t 1.-the mountains and across q wide sage brush plain. As night gradually settled
 down the appearances of everything
 changed greatly. ss Far away to the south the Gate O
 Ladore, the entrance to the canon of tn.
 same name from brilliant, flaming gateway through the main range changed into a gloomy portal, while (
 heavy pail seemed to settle down ovel bush and plain.
 Heavier and more murky grew tht night, until all was enshrouded in deep
 est black. The dogs ceased their gam
 bols and a spirit of silence possessed
 each and all of us. Steadily the horses
 tramped on and we seemed all alone il
 a vast sea of blackness. And now
 glancing to the south, we could trace g film of light, softly luminous and grad Iually expanding as the moon rose high er8over the mountains. But we were still in shadow.
 Wider and wider grows the zone oi
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