The Young Alaskans in the Rockies by Emerson Hough (classic books for 12 year olds TXT) đ
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The boys all agreed to this, and so the party pushed on, but they found later that the prediction of their leader was quite true, for none of them had ever seen so fearful a trail as that along the north shore of Moose Lake. But even as it grew darker in the deep valley at last they broke through the farther edge of the heaviest timber, picked their way through a wide strip of brûlÚ, crossed the last dangerous face of rock side, and emerged into an open area where some sort of camp at last was possible. Here they dismounted, all ready to agree that this was the worst day any of them had ever seen on the trail.
âWell,â said Uncle Dick, chuckling, âI pushed pretty hard to-day, but I had to make up for that lost day we spent hunting goats. To tell the truth, I didnât think we could get this far on to-day, and so I just count weâre even on the goat-hunt. Besides, we are now past the worst part of our troubles. To-morrow I promise you something worth all the hard work weâve undergone.â
âWhatâs that?â demanded Jesse. âSome more hunting?â
âCertainly not. Youâve another guess, Jesse. Something better than that.â
âYou donât mean sheep or grizzly?â
âSomething bigger than grizzly, even.â
âThat,â said Rob, âmust be a mountain.â
âQuite right. Iâm going to show you the greatest mountain in all the Canadian Rockies, and one of the greatest mountains on this continent. It isnât known very much to-day, but soon Mount Robson will be one of the show-places of this whole country. The Indians have always called it the biggest of all these mountains, time out of mind.â
âWhat time shall we see it?â inquired Rob.
âThat depends a great deal. Itâll be about fourteen miles down the trail to the Grand Fork Valley. Looking right up that, weâll be staring into the face of old Robson. I only hope the rain will be done by that time, so that the sun will shine and give us a fair view. Itâs very rarely that one ever sees Mount Robson clear to the top. But sufficient for to-day are the evils, I presume. Letâs see if we can make ourselves comfortable in camp to-night.â
âOne thing,â said John, that night, âthis horse business isnât going to last forever. I hope the Canoe River isnât as bad as the Fraser, for Iâm getting ready to get into a boat once more. Iâve changed my mind a little.â
âI wonder where the Canoe River got its name, Uncle Dick?â queried Rob.
âThat I cannot tell you. There are some canoes on the Fraser which came up from the Pacific way, and there are some canoe birches in these woods, this side of the summit. Now, whether some of the old traders one day made a birch-bark canoe and ran that stream I canât tell. But that is the name given to it by the traders, and I suppose they got it from the earlier traders who crossed this country.
âJohn,â he added, âthis is a hard place for you to bring up your map. Iâll excuse you from your map-making until we have a drier camp than this.â
XV THE GREAT MOUNTAINHappily on the next day the weather relented and the sun greeted them when they were ready for their breakfast, although all the trees were dripping wet. Uncle Dick was very much rejoiced.
âWeâll see Robson to-day if this sun holds,â said he. âLetâs hurry on.â
âThere you go!â grumbled John. âUncle Dick, you always are finding one reason or other for being in a hurry.â
âWell, everything in here is in a hurry,â was his uncleâs answer. âAll the waterâs in a hurry, and all the engineers are in a hurry. But, speaking of that, you may notice that below the lake here the slopes are not quite so steep. The river is getting wider. By and by it will be so tame that you really can run a boat on it. The TĂȘte Jaune Cache was what you might call the head of water transportation on the west sideâas far as the canoes dared attempt the Fraser going east. From the TĂȘte Jaune Cache it is possible to make a canoe journey up and down the river between that point and Fort George, although every time one makes the journey he takes his own chances.â
âIs the Canoe River a very bad river, then?â demanded John.
âWell, as to that, sheâs jammed and drifted and overhung and fast, but not so bad as the Peace River was in many places,â replied Uncle Dick. âI donât think we need have much anxiety as to that part of our journey. At least, weâll not worry about it yet, for worrying doesnât get anybody anything. I only hope that Mount Robson will not put on his cap until we get down to the lower end of the Grand Fork Valley.â
They found their trail now as it had been described, less dangerous. Indeed, there was but one risky crossing, that of a rock slide which ran down sheer to the river-bank, where a misstep might have been fatal. They kept steadily on until at length they opened up the wide valley of the Grand Fork, a tributary which comes down from the great peaks which surround the noble mountain known as Robson.
When at last the full view up this valley unfolded before them they pulled up and paused, not saying a word. It was a wonderful sight that lay before them, one of the most wonderful in all the great Rockies. On every hand ran frowning slopes crowned with dark forest growth, flanked here and there by the yet darker shadows of the passing clouds. But towering above all, and dwarfing all rivalry, there stood before them one great, noble, white-topped peak, unshaded by any clouds. As the boys gazed at it instinctively they took off their caps.
âThatâs Robson!â said Uncle Dick, smiling. âAny way you look at it itâs big. Here you see a sheer wall of bare rock, thousands of feet. The approach is steep as the roof of a house, as you can see. All over it in every little valley there are glaciers. Any way you approach it itâs hard going when you try to climb old RobsonââYuh-hai-has-kun,â the Indians called it, âthe mountain with the stairs.â But when they tried to climb it they never could quite find the stairs. So far no one has made the ascent.[1]
âMany a man has heard of this mountain,â continued Uncle Dick, âand a good many have tried to climb it. One party spent all the season trying to get behind it and find a way up. But Robson doesnât seem to have any blind side.â
âWhy canât we try it?â said Rob, enthusiastically.
âSome day, perhaps,â smiled Uncle Dick, âbut hardly now, as short of grub as we are, and as short of time as well. Mountain climbing is a business of itself, and you need a complete equipment. It would take a year, two years, or three to climb Robson, very likely. So with two or three days at our disposal Iâll have to ask to be excused from the attempt; let us take on something easier for an order.
âNow,â he added, âabout all we can do is to take off our hats to the old peak and say good morning as we pass.â
âAnd thank you very much, Sir Mountain,â said Jesse, gravely, his young face serious as he looked toward the peak, âbecause you let us see clear all up to the top.â
âIt mightnât happen once in months,â said Uncle Dick. âIâve passed here several times, and Iâve never had as fine a view as we have right now. Sheâs thirteen thousand seven hundred feet, our triangulations made it. Thatâs something of a mountain, to be hid back in here all by itself, isnât it?
âUp at the foot of the mountain,â he continued, âthereâs a fine lake, as lovely as Lake Louise down in the lower Rockies. I do wish we had time to go up in there, for the lake is worth seeing. Some day it will be famous, and visited by thousands. At least we can see the edge of it from where we are, and lucky you are to have so early a look, I can assure you.
âWell, weâll be going on,â said he, presently, as he gathered up his reins. âWe canât take the time now for fifteen miles of the sort of travel that lies between here and the foot of the mountain. At least weâve seen Robson, full front and clear all the way to the summitâa most unusual sight. You may always remember now that you saw this mountain before it became common.â
They forded the Grand Fork itself without much difficulty, for it was a flat and shallow stream at this point. Passing on to the westward, they finally encamped in a flat from which they still could see up the valley, it being the wish of all to keep in view as long as possible the great white summit of Yuh-hai-has-kun.
âTo-morrow weâll say good-by to Robson,â said Uncle Dick, âand weâll camp at the TĂȘte Jaune Cache.â
XVI AT THE TĂTE JAUNE CACHEâ
The last day on the trail!â Such was the first word with which the leader of our little party greeted his young friends when they rolled out of their tents in the morning. And soon all hands were busy adjusting the packs ready for the plucky animals which had brought them through so far. Their breakfast was hurried as rapidly as possible.
âWell,â said Rob, âI donât know whether or not to be glad. We certainly have had a grand trip with the pack-train, hard as it has been sometimes. At least itâs brought us here to the foot of Mount Robson.â
âOur horses will be glad enough to be done with it,â said Uncle Dick. âDown at the Cache theyâll have all the grass they want and nothing to do for all the rest of this summerâunless some of Leoâs children take to riding them too hard.â
âLeo?â inquired John. âHeâs the Indian whoâs going to take us down the Canoe River, isnât he?â
âYes, and a good man, too, Leo. He and Moise will show us how to get along without the horses, eh, Moise?â
That good-natured man grinned and showed his white teeth. âSometam sheâll ron pretty fast, this river on Columbia valley?â said he.
âWell, at any rate, we turn in our horses with Leo here at the Cache and get them the next time we come throughânext year or some other year, perhaps. A horse takes his chance of getting a permanent residence in this part of the world. But our train has come through in fine shapeânot a sore back in the lot. That speaks well for your care in packing, young men, and for Moiseâs skill in making saddles.â
By this time they all had shaken down into the routine of packing the horses in the morning, and not long after they had finished their breakfast all was in readiness for their last march.
âEn avant!â said Uncle Dick.
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