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T H E A T H A B A S C A R I V E R R E G I O N 127
of a deep ring of branches, leaving the top and bottom ones
intact. The tree seems to thrive all the same, and is a very
noticeable, and not infrequent, object throughout the whole
Thiekwood Indian country.
Just opposite the cliff referred to, the Little Buffalo, a
swift creek, enters between two bold shoulders of hills, and
on its western side are the wonderful gas springs. The
" amphitheatre " sweeps around to, and is cloven by, that
stream, its elevation on the west side being lofty, and deeply
grooved from its summit downward, the whole locality at
the time of our visit being covered with raspberry bushes
loaded with fruit.
The gas escapes from a hole i n the ground near the water's
edge i n a pillar of flame about thirty inches high, and which
has been burning time out of mind. It also bubbles, or,
rather, foams up, for several yards in the river, rising
at low water even as far out as mid- stream. There is a
level plateau at the springs, several acres i n extent, backed
by a range of hills, and i f a stake is driven anywhere into
this, and withdrawn, the gas, it is said, follows at once. They
are but another unique feature of this astonishing stream.
For a long distance the upper prairie level exposes good
soil, always clay loam, and there can be little doubt that
there is much fertile land in this district. That night we
slept, or tried to sleep, i n the boat, and made a very early
start on a raw, cloudy morning, the tracking being mainly
i n the water. We now passed great cliffs of sandstone, some
almost shrouded in the woods, and came upon many peculiar
circular stones, as large as, and much resembling, mill- stones.
Towards evening we passed Pointe la Biehe, and met Air.
Connor, a trader, with two loaded York boats, going north,
and whom we silently blessed, for he brought additional
mail for ourselves. What can equal the delight i n the wilderness
of hearing from home! It was impossible to make
Grand Rapids, and we camped where we were, the night
cold and raw, but enlivened by the reading and re- reading
of letters and newspapers.
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| OCR | T H E A T H A B A S C A R I V E R R E G I O N 127 of a deep ring of branches, leaving the top and bottom ones intact. The tree seems to thrive all the same, and is a very noticeable, and not infrequent, object throughout the whole Thiekwood Indian country. Just opposite the cliff referred to, the Little Buffalo, a swift creek, enters between two bold shoulders of hills, and on its western side are the wonderful gas springs. The " amphitheatre " sweeps around to, and is cloven by, that stream, its elevation on the west side being lofty, and deeply grooved from its summit downward, the whole locality at the time of our visit being covered with raspberry bushes loaded with fruit. The gas escapes from a hole i n the ground near the water's edge i n a pillar of flame about thirty inches high, and which has been burning time out of mind. It also bubbles, or, rather, foams up, for several yards in the river, rising at low water even as far out as mid- stream. There is a level plateau at the springs, several acres i n extent, backed by a range of hills, and i f a stake is driven anywhere into this, and withdrawn, the gas, it is said, follows at once. They are but another unique feature of this astonishing stream. For a long distance the upper prairie level exposes good soil, always clay loam, and there can be little doubt that there is much fertile land in this district. That night we slept, or tried to sleep, i n the boat, and made a very early start on a raw, cloudy morning, the tracking being mainly i n the water. We now passed great cliffs of sandstone, some almost shrouded in the woods, and came upon many peculiar circular stones, as large as, and much resembling, mill- stones. Towards evening we passed Pointe la Biehe, and met Air. Connor, a trader, with two loaded York boats, going north, and whom we silently blessed, for he brought additional mail for ourselves. What can equal the delight i n the wilderness of hearing from home! It was impossible to make Grand Rapids, and we camped where we were, the night cold and raw, but enlivened by the reading and re- reading of letters and newspapers. |
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