the call of the canyon-第13章
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skillful fingers all through that flour； as if searching for lumps。 After this he knelt before the fire and； lifting off one of the iron pots with a forked stick； he proceeded to wipe out the inside of the pot and grease it with a piece of fat。 His next move was to rake out a pile of the red coals； a feat he performed with the stick； and upon these he placed the pot。 Also he removed the other pot from the fire； leaving it； however； quite close。
〃Well； all eyes？〃 he bantered； suddenly staring at her。 〃Didn't I say I'd surprise you？〃
〃Don't mind me。 This is about the happiest and most bewildered momentof my life；〃 replied Carley。
Returning to the table； Glenn dug at something in a large red can。 He paused a moment to eye Carley。
〃Girl； do you know how to make biscuits？〃 he queried。
〃I might have known in my school days； but I've forgotten；〃 she replied。
〃Can you make apple pie？〃 he demanded； imperiously。
〃No；〃 rejoined Carley。
〃How do you expect to please your husband？〃
〃Whyby marrying him； I suppose；〃 answered Carley； as if weighing a problem。
〃That has been the universal feminine point of view for a good many years；〃 replied Glenn； flourishing a flour…whitened hand。 〃But it never served the women of the Revolution or the pioneers。 And they were the builders of the nation。 It will never serve the wives of the future； if we are to survive。〃
〃Glenn； you rave！〃 ejaculated Carley； not knowing whether to laugh or be grave。 〃You were talking of humble housewifely things。〃
〃Precisely。 The humble things that were the foundation of the great nation of Americans。 I meant work and children。〃
Carley could only stare at him。 The look he flashed at her； the sudden intensity and passion of his ringing words； were as if he gave her a glimpse into the very depths of him。 He might have begun in fun； but he had finished otherwise。 She felt that she really did not know this man。 Had he arraigned her in judgment？ A flush； seemingly hot and cold； passed over her。 Then it relieved her to see that he had returned to his task。
He mixed the shortening with the flour； and； adding water； he began a thorough kneading。 When the consistency of the mixture appeared to satisfy him he took a handful of it； rolled it into a ball； patted and flattened it into a biscuit； and dropped it into the oven he had set aside on the hot coals。 Swiftly he shaped eight or ten other biscuits and dropped them as the first。 Then he put the heavy iron lid on the pot； and with a rude shovel； improvised from a flattened tin can； he shoveled red coals out of the fire； and covered the lid with them。 His next move was to pare and slice potatoes； placing these aside in a pan。 A small black coffee…pot half full of water； was set on a glowing part of the fire。 Then he brought into use a huge； heavy knife； a murderous…looking implement it appeared to Carley； with which he cut slices of ham。 These he dropped into the second pot； which he left uncovered。 Next he removed the flour sack and other inpedimenta from the table； and proceeded to set places for twoblue…enamel plate and cup； with plain； substantial…looking knives； forks； and spoons。 He went outside； to return presently carrying a small crock of butter。 Evidently he had kept the butter in or near the spring。 It looked dewy and cold and hard。 After that he peeped under the lid of the pot which contained the biscuits。 The other pot was sizzling and smoking； giving forth a delicious savory odor that affected Carley most agreeably。 The coffee…pot had begun to steam。 With a long fork Glenn turned the slices of ham and stood a moment watching them。 Next he placed cans of three sizes upon the table； and these Carley conjectured contained sugar； salt； and pepper。 Carley might not have been present； for all the attention he paid to her。 Again he peeped at the biscuits。 At the edge of the hot embers he placed a tin plate； upon which he carefully deposited the slices of ham。 Carley had not needed sight of them to know she was hungry； they made her simply ravenous。 That done； he poured the pan of sliced potatoes into the pot。 Carley judged the heat of that pot to be extreme。 Next he removed the lid from the other pot； exposing biscuits slightly browned； and evidently satisfied with these； he removed them from the coals。 He stirred the slices of potatoes round and round； he emptied two heaping tablespoonfuls of coffee into the coffee…pot。
〃Carley；〃 he said； at last turning to her with a warm smile； 〃out here in the West the cook usually yells； 'Come and get it。' Draw up your stool。〃
And presently Carley found herself seated across the crude table from Glenn； with the background of chinked logs in her sight； and the smart of wood smoke in her eyes。 In years past she had sat with him in the soft； subdued； gold…green shadows of the Astor； or in the sumptuous atmosphere of the St。 Regis。 But this event was so different； so striking； that she felt it would have limitless significance。 For one thing； the look of Glenn！ When had he ever seemed like this； wonderfully happy to have her there； consciously proud of this dinner he had prepared in half an hour； strangely studying her as one on trial？ This might have had its effect upon Carley's reaction to the situation； making it sweet； trenchant with meaning； but she was hungry enough and the dinner was good enough to make this hour memorable on that score alone。 She ate until she was actually ashamed of herself。 She laughed heartily； she talked； she made love to Glenn。 Then suddenly an idea flashed into her quick mind。
〃Glenn； did this girl Flo teach you to cook？〃 she queried； sharply。
〃No。 I always was handy in camp。 Then out here I had the luck to fall in with an old fellow who was a wonderful cook。 He lived with me for a while。 。 。 。 Why； what difference would it have madehad Flo taught me？〃
Carley felt the heat of blood in her face。 〃I don't know that it would have made a difference。 OnlyI'm glad she didn't teach you。 I'd rather no girl could teach you what I couldn't。〃
〃You think I'm a pretty good cook； then？〃 he asked。
〃I've enjoyed this dinner more than any I've ever eaten。〃
〃Thanks； Carley。 That'll help a lot；〃 he said； gayly； but his eyes shone with earnest； glad light。 〃I hoped I'd surprise you。 I've found out here that I want to do things well。 The West stirs something in a man。 It must be an unwritten law。 You stand or fall by your own hands。 Back East you know meals are just occasionsto hurry throughto dress forto meet somebodyto eat because you have to eat。 But out here they are different。 I don't know how。 In the city； producers； merchants； waiters serve you for money。 The meal is a transaction。 It has no significance。 It is money that keeps you from starvation。 But in the West money doesn't mean much。 You must work to live。〃
Carley leaned her elbows on the table and gazed at him curiously and admiringly。 〃Old fellow； you're a wonder。 I can't tell you how proud I am of you。 That you could come West weak and sick； and fight your way to health； and learn to be self…sufficient！ It is a splendid achievement。 It amazes me。 I don't grasp it。 I want to think。 Nevertheless I〃
〃What？〃 he queried； as she hesitated。
〃Oh； never mind now；〃 she replied； hastily； averting her eyes。
The day was far spent when Carley returned to the Lodge…and in spite of the discomfort of cold and sleet； and the bitter wind that beat in her face as she struggled up the trailit was a day never to be forgotten。 Nothing had been wanting in Glenn's attention or affection。 He had been comrade； lover； all she craved for。 And but for his few singular words about work and children there had been no serious talk。 Only a play day in his canyon and his cabin！ Yet had she appeared at her best？ Something vague and perplexing knocked at the gate of her consciousness。
CHAPTER IV
Two warm sunny days in early May inclined Mr。 Hutter to the opinion that pleasant spring weather was at hand and that it would be a propitious time to climb up on the desert to look after his sheep interests。 Glenn； of course； would accompany him。
〃Carley and I will go too；〃 asserted Flo。
〃Reckon that'll be good；〃 said Hutter； with approving nod。
His wife also agreed that it wo
