I wondered what the Spirit of the Mountain was thinking, and
looked up and saw jackpines in the moon... In the whole eastern dark wall of
the Divide this night there was silence and the whisper of the wind, except in
the ravine where we roared; and on the other side of the Divide was the great
Western Slope, and the big plateau that went to Steamboat Springs, and dropped,
and led you to the western Colorado desert and the Utah desert; all in darkness
now as we fumed and screamed in our mountain nook, mad drunken Americans in the
mighty land.
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