sand," added Mrs. Vernon, starting back to get her horse and lead him
to the spring.
But the horses refused to drink. They seemed thirsty enough, but every
one of them backed away when the girls tried to make them bend their
heads and drink.
"Why, isn't that funny? Did you ever see them act like this before?"
asked Julie.
Just then Tally's voice was heard calling for them, and the scouts
jumped back into the saddles and rode forward. When they explained
about the animals refusing the water, Tally looked serious.
"Show me drink!" commanded he, hurrying his horse over to the spring
where the girls had drank.
One taste of the water and he made a wry face.
"You say you tak him?" asked the guide anxiously.
"Yes, lots of it," replied Ruth.
"Him mos' bad as dem bad land. Dat alkali water."
"What do you mean, Tally?" anxiously asked several girls.
"Him mak mucha ache here," explained Tally, placing his hands over his
stomach and bending low with an agonized expression.
But the damage was done and so the scouts had to make the best of the
case. Consequently, it was not long before Ruth was tied into knots
and hardly able to sit in the saddle. The others, according to the
quantity they had taken, were griped also. This did not add anything
to the pleasure of the ride across the hot dry sand. But as long as
they had essayed to cross that day, they kept on going slowly, hoping
that with each cramp the scouts would begin to recover from the
effects of the water.
Tally and his friend had been so certain that they would reach the
other side of the desert before dark, that no one felt the slightest
apprehension on that score. But the slowness with which the scouts had
to travel made it dubious whether the riders would gain the other side
before night.
Here and there, scattered over the desert sand, were queer craggy
formations of lava, as if some volcanic eruption had thrown the heaps
of burnt-out lava broadcast, to rest for ages upon the sea of waste.
There was a constant wind blowing across the desert, that carried the
tiniest particles of sand with it, and these cut into faces and
uncovered parts of the flesh of horses and riders. This stinging sand
added no little to the misery of the suffering scouts.
The men and two guides felt very sorry for their companions, yet they
had to keep on riding because it was necessary that they reach safety
and shelter for that night. Thinking to divert their thoughts from
their pain, Mr. Gilroy called attention to an unusually large crag of
lava that stood up like a peak from the undulating sea of sand around
it.
"Suppose you take a snapshot of that queer formation," suggested Mr.
Vernon, eager to abet his friend's plan.
"You take it, Uncle--We have no need of pictures any more. This
promises to be our last day on earth," moaned Julie, her face drawn in
pain.
They were quite near to the crag when Tally leaned forward in his
saddle and held a hand to his ear in the attitude of one listening
intently. Then he jumped from the horse and placed his ear flat down
on the sand.
"What is it, Tally?" asked Mr. Gilroy, anxiously.
"Him blowin' bad! Can Messer Gilloy see much wind thoo glass?"
questioned the guide, hastily, pointing off to the left.
Mr. Gilroy adjusted the glasses and gazed in the direction Tally
pointed. Even the suffering scouts watched his face with more anxiety
than they had given to the cramps.
"I fear we are in for a sandstorm, girls. We must make for that
friendly crag and cower behind its out-thrusts until the worst is
over," quickly advised Mr. Gilroy, as soon as he had satisfied himself
that that was what the approaching cloud meant.
The two Indians urged their horses forward, and soon all were
crouching down behind the meagre shelter offered by the ragged lava
points. The horses were so placed that their bodies formed a screen
for the riders, and the blankets and packs were arranged on the
exposed sides of the animals to protect their skins from the stinging
sand.
The sound of the wind as the storm rushed towards them, was awesome,
but when the full fury of the simoon came, the sand was drifted
quickly all about the horses and refugees. The wind fairly shrieked,
as it tried to tear away the blankets and start a stampede of the
horses, but the Indians were able to calm the poor animals' fear.
The windstorm blew over as suddenly as it came, and the moment the
going was safe, Tally led the horses from their drifts of sand and
saddled them again. The riders crawled out, also, and shook themselves
free of the clinging sand, then got back in their saddles, ready to
ride onward.
The guides had not gone far, however, before they realized that the
sandstorm had played greater havoc with the faint trail than with the
riders. Such was the menace they now had to face: Night coming on
apace, the scouts with cramps from alkali water, horses thirsty and
sore from the beating of the simoon, and still an endless waste to
cross, and no pathway to guide them.
"Oh, why did we ever come this way?" wailed Mrs. Vernon.
"We mos' over him," soothed Tally.
"Why, we've been riding for hours, and still there is nothing but sand
to be seen," complained Julie.
"All same, us fin' end pooty soon," returned Omney.
They rode on without much conversation after that, as no one felt
cheerful enough to talk. The sun had set beyond the rolling sea of
sand, and yet no welcome sight of trees or dwellings could be seen
before them. Nothing but sand, sand, sand!
After the sun had completely disappeared, a chill crept into the air
and in ten minutes time every one was shivering with cold. Tally spoke
in undertones to Mr. Gilroy, and he in turn said to his companions,
"Let every one get the guide-rope out and tie it to the saddle in
front of you."
"Why," called Joan.
"Anything left in Pandora's box for us poor creatures?" asked Julie
sorrowfully.
"Tally thinks one of us might stray, if the darkness overtakes us as
suddenly as it falls on these deserts sometimes," said Mr. Gilroy.
Before every one was hitched securely to the horse in front, so that a
long line of riders traveled in file, a soughing wind could be heard
coming from the north.
"Now, what can that be? More trouble?" demanded Mrs. Vernon.
"We hope not, but Tally says that quite often, after a hot sandstorm,
it returns with sleet and hail; so we'd better be ready in case this
chill portends such a comeback," explained Mr. Gilroy.
"What a fate! To drink poison, then fight a simoon, and at last to die
in a desert blizzard!" cried Julie frantically trying to sit upright
and defy the fates.
"Such is Rocky Mountain weather," Mr. Gilroy laughed gaily, as if he
must inspire his friends with his bravado.
The oncoming blizzard had darkened the sky even before its time, but
Tally kept bravely on, encouraging the horses with _coos_ and Indian
words, until even the riders felt the spirit he manifested and felt
braver to face what was impending.
Just before the sleet began to drive into their faces enough to blind
them and shut out everything not two feet ahead, Mr. Gilroy shouted
out cheerfully, "Ha! I see a light twinkling out ahead! We've reached
a house, anyway!"
"Where? where?" asked a chorus of voices.
Then most of them discerned the faint little beacon, and urged their
weary horses to renewed effort, and the animals seemed to understand
that their work was almost done for that day, and actually moved
faster.
But the blizzard struck before they could reach the refuge, coating
everything with ice and cutting deep into tender hands and faces. The
horses were soon stiff with the cold, and it took all of the riders'
energy, even so close to a promising haven, to keep the beasts moving.
Finally Tally shouted wildly, "Light ahead! Light here!"
And at the same time his horse stumbled down a steep grade into a
rushing little brook. Omney saw the danger before his horse reached
the bank, and warned all the others behind him. They crossed the water
safely, and after scrambling up the steep bank on the other side, they
found themselves in a barnyard.
They made such a noise at this discovery, that a man hurried from one
of the low, long buildings with a lantern.
"Oh, welcome sight!" sighed Mrs. Vernon, ready to faint with joy and
relief.
During a momentary lull in the wind and sleet, they all rode up to the
long, low ranch house, and shouted to the owners to help them. Soon
every one was thawing before a roaring fire; and the poor horses were
in the stable, enjoying food and rest.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
BACK-TRAILING TO DENVER
The ill effects of the alkali water passed off in a few hours, and the
scouts felt able to continue the ride in the morning. The sun was
shining so brightly that no one would have dared say there had been a
fearful storm the night before. As they all sat about the rough table
for breakfast, the host explained to Mr. Gilroy how the guides missed
the right trail on the mountains, and he sketched for them a rude map
to help them find the point where the Medicine Bow Mountains and
Frontal Range met in the Continental Divide.
When the horses were brought to the door, and all were ready to start
on the ride again, Mr. Vernon insisted upon the good mountain rancher
taking a gift for his hospitality, although the latter demurred for
sometime before he was prevailed upon to take the recompense.
That day Tally led his party along the well-defined trail he had
missed the day before, and by sundown they were nearing the wonderful
altitude and mountaintops of the Frontal Range.
At night they camped in one of the wildest spots of the mountains,
where the extensive view was as imposing as any to be found in
Colorado. Tally had, with true Indian instinct, found a small lake of
purest cold water, where they could pitch camp. A wild animal trail
circuited this lake, and while the guides prepared the supper, the
Captain suggested a ride around the sheet of clear water.
The scene was splendidly wild, and isolation hung like a curtain over
everything down below in the valley, that was seen through the forest
trees whenever the scouts climbed a prominence. Mystic sounds
chirruped at them as they rode slowly along the narrow path, lending
enchantment to the beauty of the place.
The fast-fading rays of purple and rose that sped in the wake of the
setting sun, cast ever-changing gleams of color across the placid
lake. As the twilight advanced, the silence of the forest was felt,
and only now and then came a wildwood sound to startle the scouts.
As they followed the trail that skirted the lake, they came to a
rippling stream that had to be forded. Just as Julie, always in
advance, guided her horse down the steep bank, a crackling of dry
twigs on the other side caused the horse to stop suddenly.
"O girls! Look! Look!" whispered Julie, tensely.
There stood a fawn as if cut from stone, with ears erect and nose
sniffing at the strange creatures seen so near at hand. Even as the
scouts gazed admiringly, the graceful thing flaunted its short tail
and, with the stamping of a hoof to protest against this interruption
of her drink, disappeared, without a sound of its going.
They crossed the stream and were keeping on the trail that ran along
the shore, when from overhead, a loon shrilled a warning to its mate
across the lake that there was a strange horde of life passing under
her tree! But the male loon sent back his wild laughter at such
unbased fears of his wife's. All these incidents impressed the scouts
with a sense of their being one with the wild creatures, and they
regretted the fact that they were nearing camp again.
At the point where Tally had made the night camp, the reeds and
grasses hugged the shore of the lake, and now a faint mist upcurled
from the water like a transparent veil. Gradually this veil spread
inland and quietly enveloped all things on shore. The bright fire
dispelled the mist about the camp, and as the hungry scouts sniffed
the odors of a good supper, the beauties of Nature were temporarily
forgotten.
While the scouts were adventuring around the lake, Mr. Gilroy and Mr.
Vernon had cut hemlock bows for bedding, so that all was ready for the
night before supper was served. After enjoying Tally's cooking to the
utmost, the scouts sat down to listen to the various wild adventures
of Omney and Talley. But one after another, they dozed before long,
and Mr. Gilroy suggested they all retire for the night.
Talley knew not how long he had been sleeping when he was
unaccountably aroused as if by a strange noise in camp. He sat up and
listened, but all seemed quiet, so he soon was dozing again. The
snapping of a twig, some distance away, however, made him open his
eyes drowsily and wonder sleepily if the horses were securely hobbled.
He was too tired to keep awake long enough to get up and go in search
of the animals. The thought of it, however, before he fell sound
asleep caused him to dream fitfully all night.
He awoke very early and got up to reassure himself that all was well
in camp. He could see no sign of any horse or mule, so he shook Omney,
and the two ran in search of the strayed animals.
When the rest of the touring party woke up to find the sun shining
into their eyes, no sign of guides or horses was seen. Mr. Gilroy
began to prepare breakfast, and Mr. Vernon was sent to fish. The girls
were each detailed on some work, and by the time the meal was ready,
sounds of hoofs were heard along the trail.
"Dat Jolt, he makka all horse go way down trail. Omney an' me fin' dem
miles down," explained Tally, with a vindictive look at the mule. As
if he fully understood the Indian, Jolt sent back an answering gleam
from his wicked eyes and kicked up his hind legs in derision.
Mr. Vernon had caught more than enough fish in the overstocked lake,
and when the fried mush, bacon, and fresh fish, bread, and fragrant
coffee were served, the appetites displayed were such as would drive a
New York boarding-house keeper distracted.
That day the scouts rode in forests where stately aromatic pines
sheltered countless wild creatures, that peered from their cloistered
haunts with wonderment at the strangers. Birds of every description
sang from low-swinging branches, and lesser notes from unseen insects
in the bushes and grass added music to this orchestra that rendered
the grandest symphony ever heard.
That evening while seated about the camp supper, Julie said, "There's
one animal I've wanted to see in his natural haunts in the Rockies,
and not one have we been able to glimpse."
"What's that?" asked Mr. Gilroy.
"The famous American buffalo of the plains," returned she.
"Ah, it is the Captain's fault that you girls were not able to see the
bison at home," retorted Mr. Gilroy. "Had she consented to your going
with me to Yellowstone Park, you could have watched the animals
grazing and wandering over their own fields."
"Well, the buffalo will still be there next year, but the scouts
cannot lose a month of school this fall just to go and watch the
animals in Wyoming," said Mrs. Vernon.
"Of course, your word is law to us all, but it does seem a pity, as I
said before, that being so near the geysers, we should not take
advantage of it," remarked Mr. Gilroy.
The scouts expressed in their faces that they thought on this matter
exactly as Mr. Gilroy did, but the Captain said, "If you continue to
preach your mutinous ideas to my girls, I'll leave you out of my plans
next summer when we take a trip."
"Wough! That threat will keep me quiet for all time!" laughed Mr.
Gilroy, clapping a hand over his mouth to show his instant obedience.
Every one laughed, but Tally now joined the circle and asked for
orders for the next day's ride. After talking over various trails and
plans, they got up and prepared to retire for the night.
"Did any one hang up the saddles to-night?" asked Mr. Vernon, before
he turned in to sleep.
"Tally, did you look after the leather?" asked Mr. Gilroy.
Tally turned to Omney, "Did him fix harness?"
"Me do it, all light," returned Omney, then he shuffled out of the
circle of light cast by the fire and they heard him fumbling with
heavy saddles and other trappings.
The glorious break of day in the mountains awoke every one, and soon
the breakfast was under way. While the guides cooked, Mr. Vernon went
for the horses. Mr. Gilroy decided to save time by taking down the
harness from the trees where it was usually hung.
"Great Scout!" called he, summoning the Indians to the spot.
"What's the matter?" asked the scouts, anxiously running after the two
guides.
"A rascally porcupine has been at our leather last night!" declared
Mr. Gilroy, angrily showing the ravages made on the harnesses.
Tally glared at Omney, "Why for you do dat? Don' you know dem bad rats
eat all up?"
Omney said nothing, but looked very penitent. Mr. Gilroy sighed as he
began an inventory of the damage.
"Two sets of reins chawed to pieces; a throat latchet gone; three
saddles with holes eaten through them, and two bridles cut to bits,
all because of a little carelessness!"
"I fixa dem allight!" exclaimed Omney, eagerly.
"But that means a morning lost while you make repairs," replied Mrs.
Vernon.
Then Omney stiffened his spine and lifted his head in a majestic fury
at the porcupines. He glowered down the trail and shook his clenched
fist vengefully at the imaginary depredator, saying in hissing voice,
"Him one bad darn beas'!"
Every one laughed at his suppressed fury, and the tame exclamation he
had just used, but the poor guide felt better again.
The harnesses were finally mended with rope and bits of wire from
Tally's outfit kit, and by noon everything was in readiness for
continuing the trip.
Toward the end of August, the tourists reached Estes Park again, and
upon riding to Long's peak village, they replaced the mended harness
with good sections, and then rode on to Loveland, where they proposed
leaving the horses they had leased for the summer.
While Mr. Gilroy and Tally led the horses back to their owner, the
Captain took the girls to the department store and soon they were busy
trying on readymade dresses that they might start for Denver. Mrs.
Vernon had strenuously vetoed their appearing in civilization again in
the patched and faded scout uniforms that had stood such rough usage
while camping in the mountains.
But the uniforms were carefully packed to take back home as souvenirs
of that eventful summer.
When shop-made shoes were tried on the feet that had been free all
summer from city footgear, and the scouts tried to walk on the stone
pavements of Loveland, they winced with the pain of their toes in
cramped quarters.
"Goodness, girls! Isn't it awful to have had such freedom all summer
and then return to prison cells again for feet and body?" cried Julie,
frowning.
"Yes, and it will be the same when we go to bed to-night, no more
forest vastness for a chamber, no more pine for a roof, and no more
singing of wild notes to lull us to sleep!" sighed Joan.
That evening Mr. Gilroy condoled with the scouts over the immediate
future--school, orthodox clothing, and bandbox rooms to live in all
winter.
"But there is always the hope of heaven before you," said Mr. Vernon,
smiling at the circle of faces.
"What do you mean?" asked Julie.
"There is next summer again, you know, and if Gilroy is as good as his
word, he will see that you are escorted to Arizona and New Mexico for
a trip!"
"Remind me of it next spring, girls, and we'll see," laughed Mr.
Gilroy, winking an eye at the Captain.
So with this ray of hope for a future outing, the girls were
encouraged to start back East, and take up the irksome tasks of
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Publisher: George Sully & Company, New York
Copyright: 1921, by George Sully & Company
Series: part of the _Girl Scouts Mountain Series_