Cincinnatus Heine Miller

Cincinnatus Heine Miller

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Portrait of Cincinnatus Heine Miller Cincinnatus Heine Miller The Overland Monthly (1870)

Baboon was moody, as of old. Scott seemed like a child. It grew dark soon, the most fearful darkness I ever saw. I heard English call and curse like a madman. "There is but one chance," he said; "come up here with your horses, and cut off your saddles." He got the horses together as close as possible, and shot them down —throwing away his pistols as he emptied them. Throwing the saddles on the heap, he had each man wrap his blankets around him, and all huddle together on the mass.
"No nodding, now! I'll shoot the first man who don't answer when I call him."
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Portrait of Cincinnatus Heine Miller Cincinnatus Heine Miller The Overland Monthly (1870)

At noon we left the Alpowa, and rode to a vast plateau without stone, stake, or sign to point the way to Petalia, twelve miles distant. Here the snow was deeper, more difficult; besides, a furious wind had set in, which blinded and discouraged our horses. It was intensely cold. We had not been an hour on this high plain before each man's face was a mass of ice, and our horses white with frost. The sun, which all day had been but dim, now faded in the storm like a star of morning drowned
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Portrait of Cincinnatus Heine Miller Cincinnatus Heine Miller The Overland Monthly (1870)

For asthe moon seemed going in the wrong direction for the station, we, of course, were in the right, and could not be far from help.
When the morning sun came out, our leader bade us up and follow. It was almost impossible to rise. Baboon fell, rose, fell, and finally stood on his feet. But one of his party —a small German, named Ross—could not be roused. English returned, cursed, kicked, and rolled him over the frozen horses, and into the snow, but it was useless.
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