The rocks were bronze and copper and russet, and some had green patches of lichen.
Ellen felt the sun now on her left cheek and knew that the day was waning and that Colter was swinging farther to the northwest.

She had never before ridden through such heavy forest and down and up such wild canyons.

Toward sunset the deepest and ruggedest canyon halted their advance.

Colter rode to the right, searching for a place to get down through a spruce thicket that stood on end.

Presently he dismounted and the others followed suit.