Another day, the warmest of the spring so far, she rode a Navajo mustang

she had recently bought from a passing trader; and at the farthest end

of her section, in rough wooded and ridged ground she had not explored,

she found a canyon with red walls and pine trees and gleaming streamlet

and glades of grass and jumbles of rock. It was a miniature canyon, to

be sure, only a quarter of a mile long, and as deep as the height of a

lofty pine, and so narrow that it seemed only the width of a lane, but

it had all the features of Oak Creek Canyon, and so sufficed for the

exultant joy of possession. She explored it. The willow brakes and oak

thickets harbored rabbits and birds. She saw the white flags of deer

running away down the open. Up at the head where the canyon boxed she

flushed a flock of wild turkeys. They ran like ostriches and flew like

great brown chickens. In a cavern Carley found the den of a bear, and in

another place the bleached bones of a steer.

She lingered here in the shaded depths with a feeling as if she were

indeed lost to the world. These big brown and seamy-barked pines with

their spreading gnarled arms and webs of green needles belonged to her,

as also the tiny brook, the blue bells smiling out of the ferns, the

single stalk of mescal on a rocky ledge.

Never had sun and earth, tree and rock, seemed a part of her being until

then. She would become a sun-worshiper and a lover of the earth. That

canyon had opened there to sky and light for millions of years; and

doubtless it had harbored sheep herders, Indians, cliff dwellers,

barbarians. She was a woman with white skin and a cultivated mind,

but the affinity for them existed in her. She felt it, and that an

understanding of it would be good for body and soul.

Another day she found a little grove of jack pines growing on a flat

mesa-like bluff, the highest point on her land. The trees were small

and close together, mingling their green needles overhead and their

discarded brown ones on the ground. From here Carley could see afar to

all points of the compass--the slow green descent to the south and the

climb to the black-timbered distance; the ridged and canyoned country to

the west, red vents choked with green and rimmed with gray; to the north

the grand upflung mountain kingdom crowned with snow; and to the east

the vastness of illimitable space, the openness and wildness, the chased

and beaten mosaic of colored sands and rocks.




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