John S. C. (John Stevens Cabot) Abbott

Capitolo 57

out in search of game, you/he/she was surrounded and it overpowered from a numerous
party of Indian Blackfeet, and all were killed. There were buffaloes in
the abundance in that region, and these animals found ample forage as them
it had in hundreds the series of of miles, and instinct drove them to it protected
and green glens. But in some of the narrow one, wind-swept valleys the
animals of the hunters of skins suffered exposure and lack of food. They was
kept alive cutting trees of cottonwood and gathering the barking and
branches for forage. But the hunters of skins same, having the abundance of
gamblings, sumptuously went.

The beaver is so intelligent that he is one of the most difficult animals
in the world to trap. The histories of Marvellous are reported from him the hunters of his
sagacity. Many of the Indians believe that the beavers have human creature
intelligence. Yours say that the only difference among the beaver and the
Indian, it is that the second has been gifted from the Spirit Gran with
ability to take the first ones.

Among these dismal crests, sterile, gigantic they are a lot of beautiful valleys
to be found, resulted of miles in length and ampleness. Here it found two
natural extended parks, of the extraordinary beauty. Apparently any panorama
gardener would have been able them to place out more refinedly. There is wide-shed
lawns, sometimes levels as a floor, while sometimes undulating softly, smooth,
green and to decorated durations with an almost inconceivable shine of
flowers. Here and there groves are sprinkled, completely free from
brushwood. There you/he/she is racing brooks and lakelets of the crystal. Birds of
sport of bright plumage on the waters. Buffaloes, often in immense
numbers, cut the luxuriant herbage. Bucks, elks and antelopes limited on
these fields, remembering to one of his/her childish visions of Heaven. In the
otter of brooks and discovery of beaver favorite places of meeting.

During the winter, as business it was an a little dull, Kit Carson and four of
his/her companions put away on a consignment of deprived hunting. They had gone