"Did pretty well out West, didn't you?" asked the policeman.
The man from the West, his egotism enlarged by success, was beginning to outline the history of his career.
The old foreman of the West Oakland stables had died, and since then two other foremen had done nothing but make messes of everything.
So they shouldered their packs and headed west across the wild mountains.
Well, they buried Frank
West beside Kenneth, and Rose put up a great big monument to him.
On the morning of the 9th of September, the travellers parted company with their Indian friends, and continued on their course to the west. A march of thirty miles brought them, in the evening, to the banks of a rapid and beautifully clear stream about a hundred yards wide.
These mountains give rise, not merely to the Wind or Bighorn River, but to several branches of the Yellowstone and the Missouri on the east, and of the Columbia and Colorado on the west; thus dividing the sources of these mighty streams.
The second description of these natural meadows lies west of the Mississippi, at a distance of a few hundred miles from that river, and is called the Great Prairies.
Most of them inhabit the country west of the Mississippi.
The surface wind was blowing a tempest from the west. To attempt to ride out such a storm upon the surface seemed suicidal, for the Coldwater was not designed for surface navigation except under fair weather conditions.
All these defects have been remedied in later models; but the knowledge did not help us any that day aboard the slowly settling Coldwater, with an angry sea roaring beneath, a tempest raging out of the west, and 30d only a few knots astern.
1822, and in the following year pushed a resolute band of trappers across the mountains to the banks of the Green River or Colorado of the
West, often known by the Indian name of the Seeds-ke-dee Agie.
The baffling enigma of the Chinese character to the
West was no baffling enigma to the Japanese.
On the 25th of November, 1852, after the death of Overweg, his last companion, he plunged into the
west, visited Sockoto, crossed the Niger, and finally reached Timbuctoo, where he had to languish, during eight long months, under vexations inflicted upon him by the sheik, and all kinds of ill-treatment and wretchedness.
"Which road leads to the Wicked Witch of the
West?" asked Dorothy.
