snow-rivers

Updated: June 17, 2025

We had strayed away into a dry, volcanic district of the mountains, where all the snow-rivers run out quite early; and of natural springs there was none forth-coming. The clouds were very low, and flying almost in our faces, like vultures sweeping down on us. To me they seemed to shriek over our heads at the others rushing after them.

R. D. (Richard Doddridge) Blackmore - Erema — My Father's Sin