And the five splashed through the ice-cold water and left the eleven men under Sergeant Meek to build the fort.[1]
According to the doctor, this was the twenty-fourth day of the month named November. By the morning light the Grand Peak, glistening white, had looked to be nearer than ever. The lieutenant was certain that a half-day's march would bring them to its base; to-morrow they would climb it, and would be back in camp on the third day.
Mile after mile they hastened, their eyes scanning the distance before. The route up along the small fork was gravelly and bare, except for clumps of sage brush, and the willows bordering the stream. In places they had to cross deep washes cut by the rains. Not a living thing was sighted, save rabbits and prairie-dogs and a few antelope. And the Grand Peak and the line of lesser peaks—some white, some steel-gray, waited.
The sun sank low and lower, over their southern end. The Grand Peak grew bluer and colder, and the other mountains darkened.
The lieutenant and the doctor led. They always rode together. Stub and soldiers Miller and Brown followed close behind. After a while they all quit
- ↑ The fort was near present Pueblo, Colorado. Lieutenant Pike's squad marched up the west side of Fountain Creek.
