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Identifier: outing55newy (find matches)
Title: Outing
Year: 1885 (1880s)
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Subjects: Leisure Sports Travel
Publisher: (New York : Outing Pub. Co.)
Contributing Library: Tisch Library
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of thirteenhundred feet, and there was a markeddifference between the temperature hereand in Culiacan. In fact it grew souncomfortably cold in the night thatonce when I awoke I rose and donnedwoolen underwear, which I was pro-foundly grateful to have brought. The eastern sky was just taking itsfirst purple colorings from the still in-visible sun as we mounted and rode outof Chacala town. The wet earth gaveforth its fragrance to the cool morningair; the rain had washed the foliageclean of its coating of brick-red dustand transformed it into brilliant green;the birds sang a proclamation of joyand freedom to all the world. I drank the clear, pure atmosphereinto my lungs in great draughts until itintoxicated and exhilarated me to thepoint of shouting with the mere delightof life. I would have sung had I notfeared the consequences on Wilkinsonand a probable stampede of Maud. Buteven they seemed to share with me thespirit of the morning, and for the firsttime Maud trotted along submissively
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CANELAS FROM THE TRAIL. and freely, to Wilkinsons evident satis-faction. Outside the town our trail took anabrupt turn to the left, and rose at oncea thousand feet to the summit of aridge. Here we halted for a moment toenjoy the beauty of the scenery. Thefirst golden rays of sunlight were nowglorifying the mountain peaks, whichlay about us in a confused mass. Be-low, in a hollow, Chacala nestled likea toy village, while along its northernedge the creek wound down throughthe gulch, a silver thread. We followed the crest of the ridgefor a little distance, then turned intoa canon where the trail hung upon thealmost perpendicular face of a wall fora few miles, midway between heavenand earth, before it finally dipped tothe bottom with a steep descent. Hereit branched, and Wilkinson for a timewas puzzled, but finally decided thatwe should ascend the rocky bed of astream between the canon walls. Sev-eral times we had to stop to reconnoiter,but at length, on the opposite side of the canon fro

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