The Ghost Camp

A wild and desolate land; eerie and even savage, to the unaccustomed eye.Forest clothed hills towering above the faint,narrow track leading eastward, along which a man had been leading a tired horse; he was now resting against a granite boulder. A dark mist-enshrouded day, during which the continuous driving showers had soaked through an overcoat, now became so heavy he carried it across his arm. a fairly heavy valaise, above a pair of blankets was strapped above his saddle.