The White Chief (e-book) (used book) | Mayne Reid | bookbook.eu

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Deep in the interior of the American Continent-more than a thousand miles from the shores of any sea-lies our scene. Climb with me yonder mountain, and let us look from its summit of snow. We have reached its highest ridge. What do we behold? On the north a chaos of mountains, that continues on through thirty parallels to the shores of the Arctic Sea! On the south, the same mountains, -here running in separate sierras, and there knotting with each other. On the west, mountains again, profiled along the sky, and alternating with broad tables that stretch between their bases. Now turn we around, and look eastward. Not a mountain to be seen! Far as the eye can reach, and a thousand miles farther, not a mountain. Yonder dark line rising above the plain is but the rocky brow of another plain-a steppe of higher elevation. Where are we? On what summit are we standing? On the Sierra Blanca, known to the hunter as the "Spanish Peaks." We are upon the western rim of the Grand Prairie. Looking eastward, the eye discovers no signs of civilisation. There are none within a month's journeying. North and south, -mountains, mountains. Westward, it is different. Through the telescope we can see cultivated fields afar off, -a mere strip along the banks of a shining river. Those are the settlements of Nuevo Mexico, an oasis irrigated by the Rio del Norte. The scene of our story lies not the