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It is a river of rivers the Du Chesne, San Rafael, Yampa, Dolores, Gunnison, Cochetopa, Uncompahgre, Eagle, and Roaring Rivers, the Green and the Grand, and scores of others with branches innumerable, as mad and glad a band as ever sang on mountains, descending in glory of foam and spray from snow-banks and glaciers through their rocky moraine-dammed, beaver-dammed channels.
It was a long and weary ride to the nearest telegraph office at Gunnison, yet he never dismounted from his staggering horse until he heard the clicking of the sounders in the dingy little office. "My life is yours alone," he wrote firmly; "let me make amends. Will you mold the chalice?"
Indeed, he only came late from the smoking room and returned after a brief appearance in the big hall. "When," she asked once, in a timid voice, of Mrs. Gunnison, "does Mr. Leeds go?" "The early train," the lady answered. "I believe he leaves the house before seven, or at some equally unearthly hour."
Then, there were the two chaps, who ran the rapids before the Gunnison Tunnel could be built; though that's been exaggerated with a lot of magazine hog-wash to make a fellow sick! Biggest job there was the engineer's work. Do you know he drove that six mile tunnel from both ends and, when the two ends met, they were not two inches off?
We suggest later that Snaekoll Gunnison was the father, before his flight to Norway, of a daughter, Johanna of Strathnaver, who inherited the Moddan and Erlend estates, or that she was otherwise Ragnhild's heiress. The male line of the Gunns, according to a pedigree which the writer has seen, was continued after his flight by Snaekoll who, it is stated, had a son, Ottar, living in 1280.
I got it first when you told the story of the Gunnison feud." "Belllounds, we can't escape our fates. An' it was written long ago I was to tell you a worse an' harder story than that." "Wal, mebbe I'll listen an' mebbe I won't. I ain't promisin', these days." "Are you goin' to make Collie marry Jack?" demanded the hunter. "She's willin'." "You know that's not true.
Brough allowed herself to be drawn off. The young man slowly settled himself in the chair which Mrs. Gunnison had left. "Oh, you shall not escape," declared Miriam. "Mr. Leeds, I am so glad to be able to speak to you at last. I have so much to say to you. They told me that you would be here this afternoon. I wondered if I should see you."
They have for nine centuries lived and still live in Sutherland and Caithness, and have been noted alike for the beauty of their women, and for the high attainments and character and the distinction of their men, particularly in the art of war, both by land and sea. Their descent from Jarl Paul and Sweyn is clear in the Sagas as far as Snaekoll Gunnison and no further.
She heard her hostess state that Arthur Leeds was coming to stay in the house without any exhibition of visible emotion. Mrs. Gunnison said that, as the Barlows had other people coming, he was going to transfer himself to "Highlands," and that he would arrive in time for luncheon. Any fears which Miriam experienced were wholly offset by a devout thankfulness.
A team working at top speed averaged three inches to the minute, driving down through hard Gunnison granite; but Meacham and his partner had lost their fast start and they had yet four minutes to go. The tall Cornishman's eyes gleamed he struck harder than ever but Meacham had begun to lose heart.
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