John S. C. (John Stevens Cabot) Abbott

Capitolo 27

the style in which they lived painfully thrilled him. There was far more
you comfort in the boxes that he had left in Missouri.

The houses were made out of cooked clay to the oven in the sun, with floors of earth. Window
glass was an unknown luxury. It almost seems unbelievable that they owes
you/he/she has had any chairs, tables, knives neither forks. These Mexicans were
one hardly removes from the indomitable one it attaches with ferocity of the wild region. Young
Carson didn't find anything to interest him/it or to invite his/her stay. He returned
Holy Fe. The summer had now passed and another come winter.

Approximately one hundred and the north of fifty miles Saint Fe there was a small
harvest of huts called Taos, lived by hunters of skins and hunters. This
search of game for food and fur was which it was at work congenial
him above all others. He directed his/her footsteps to Taos and it immediately entered
in an appointment with the Mr. Ewing Young, making his/her head office of box.

Chasing and to trap they were rather different jobs, although perhaps
exciting equally. The hunter depended on his/her rifle, and you/he/she was mainly in
search of food. He/she anchors the bathrobe of the Indian buffalo and the coat of the grey bear
bear is a lot of profit in the various ways, in the box of the hunter and the
skin slightly tanned of the buck was invaluable, while furnishing every article of
dressing, shirt, leggins and moccasins. The skins of these animals had
also a market value.

But the hunter of skins was only in search of furs. Although the men hocked in
this search had shown every now and then to the great work and suffering,
anchor, in general they probably had, in the gratification of congenial
tastes, a full action of such happiness as this world can furnish.

Young Carson, to the age of nineteen it didn't have taste for the scholar
isolation of Yale or Harvard, any desire to be standing every day behind the
box of the shop of dry-good, or to work among the crowd and the muttering of
the factory;  he didn't have wish for what has called society, or to wonder down aimlessly