“Whilst I viewed those mountains, I felt a secret pleasure in finding myself so near the head of the--heretofore conceived--boundless Missouri. But… — John Bakeless Copy Share Image
“I had to kneel to pull the blade out again, and stayed still afterwards. My heart was a bucking bull in my… — M.C. Scott Copy Share Image
How sickly grow, How pale, the plants in those ill-fated vales That, circled round with the gigantic heap Of mountains, never felt,… — John Armstrong Copy Share Image
