the call of the canyon-第17章
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Looking down； Carley appreciated his wish to own the place； and immediately there followed in her a desire to get possession of this tract of land before anyone else discovered its advantages； and to hold it for Glenn。 But this would surely conflict with her intention of persuading Glenn to go back East。 As quickly as her impulse had been born it died。
Suddenly the scene gripped Carley。 She looked from near to far； trying to grasp the illusive something。 Wild lonely Arizona land！ She saw ragged dumpy cedars of gray and green； lines of red earth； and a round space of water； gleaming pale under the lowering clouds； and in the distance isolated hills； strangely curved； wandering away to a black uplift of earth obscured in the sky。
These appeared to be mere steps leading her sight farther and higher to the cloud…navigated sky； where rosy and golden effulgence betokened the sun and the east。 Carley held her breath。 A transformation was going on before her eyes。
〃Carley； it's a stormy sunrise；〃 said Glenn。
His words explained； but they did not convince。 Was this sudden…bursting glory only the sun rising behind storm clouds？ She could see the clouds moving while they were being colored。 The universal gray surrendered under some magic paint brush。 The rifts widened； and the gloom of the pale…gray world seemed to vanish。 Beyond the billowy； rolling； creamy edges of clouds； white and pink； shone the soft exquisite fresh blue sky。 And a blaze of fire； a burst of molten gold； sheered up from behind the rim of cloud and suddenly poured a sea of sunlight from east to west。 It trans… figured the round foothills。 They seemed bathed in ethereal light； and the silver mists that overhung them faded while Carley gazed； and a rosy flush crowned the symmetrical domes。 Southward along the horizon line； down…dropping veils of rain； just touched with the sunrise tint； streamed in drifting slow movement from cloud to earth。 To the north the range of foothills lifted toward the majestic dome of Sunset Peak； a volcanic upheaval of red and purple cinders； bare as rock； round as the lower hills； and wonderful in its color。 Full in the blaze of the rising sun it flaunted an unchangeable front。 Carley understood now what had been told her about this peak。 Volcanic fires had thrown up a colossal mound of cinders burned forever to the hues of the setting sun。 In every light and shade of day it held true to its name。 Farther north rose the bold bulk of the San Francisco Peaks； that； half lost in the clouds； still dominated the desert scene。 Then as Carley gazed the rifts began to close。 Another transformation began； the reverse of what she watched。 The golden radiance of sunrise vanished； and under a gray； lowering） coalescing pall of cloud the round hills returned to their bleak somberness； and the green desert took again its cold sheen。
〃Wasn't it fine； Carley？〃 asked Glenn。 〃But nothing to what you will experience。 I hope you stay till the weather gets warm。 I want you to see a summer dawn on the Painted Desert； and a noon with the great white clouds rolling up from the horizon； and a sunset of massed purple and gold。 If they do not get you then I'll give up。〃
Carley murmured something of her appreciation of what she had just seen。 Part of his remark hung on her ear； thought…provoking and disturbing。 He hoped she would stay until summer！ That was kind of him。 But her visit must be short and she now intended it to end with his return East with her。 If she did not persuade him to go he might not want to go for a while； as he had written〃just yet。〃 Carley grew troubled in mind。 Such mental disturbance； however； lasted no longer than her return with Glenn to camp； where the mustang Spillbeans stood ready for her to mount。 He appeared to put one ear up； the other down； and to look at her with mild surprise； as if to say： 〃Whathellotenderfoot！ Are you going to ride me again？〃
Carley recalled that she had avowed she would ride him。 There was no alternative； and her misgivings only made matters worse。 Nevertheless； once in the saddle； she imagined she had the hallucination that to ride off so； with the long open miles ahead； was really thrilling。 This remarkable state of mind lasted until Spillbeans began to trot； and then another day of misery beckoned to Carley with gray stretches of distance。
She was to learn that misery； as well as bliss； can swallow up the hours。 She saw the monotony of cedar trees； but with blurred eyes； she saw the ground clearly enough； for she was always looking down； hoping for sandy places or rocky places where her mustang could not trot。
At noon the cavalcade ahead halted near a cabin and corral； which turned out to be a sheep ranch belonging to Hutter。 Here Glenn was so busy that he had no time to devote to Carley。 And Flo； who was more at home on a horse than on the ground； rode around everywhere with the men。 Most assuredly Carley could not pass by the chance to get off Spillbeans and to walk a little。 She found； however； that what she wanted most was to rest。 The cabin was deserted； a dark； damp place with a rank odor。 She did not stay long inside。
Rain and snow began to fall； adding to what Carley felt to be a disagreeable prospect。 The immediate present； however； was cheered by a cup of hot soup and some bread and butter which the herder Charley brought her。 By and by Glenn and Hutter returned with Flo； and all partook of some lunch。
All too soon Carley found herself astride the mustang again。 Glenn helped her don the slicker； an abominable sticky rubber coat that bundled her up and tangled her feet round the stirrups。 She was glad to find； though； that it served well indeed to protect her from raw wind and rain。
〃Where do we go from here？〃 Carley inquired； ironically。
Glenn laughed in a way which proved to Carley that he knew perfectly well how she felt。 Again his smile caused her self…reproach。 Plain indeed was it that he had really expected more of her in the way of complaint and less of fortitude。 Carley bit her lips。
Thus began the afternoon ride。 As it advanced the sky grew more threatening； the wind rawer； the cold keener； and the rain cut like little bits of sharp ice。 It blew in Carley's face。 Enough snow fell to whiten the open patches of ground。 In an hour Carley realized that she had the hardest task of her life to ride to the end of the day's journey。 No one could have guessed her plight。 Glenn complimented her upon her adaptation to such unpleasant conditions。 Flo evidently was on the lookout for the tenderfoot's troubles。 But as Spillbeans； had taken to lagging at a walk； Carley was enabled to conceal all outward sign of her woes。 It rained； hailed； sleeted； snowed； and grew colder all the time。 Carley's feet became lumps of ice。 Every step the mustang took sent acute pains ramifying from bruised and raw places all over her body。
Once； finding herself behind the others and out of sight in the cedars； she got off to walk awhile； leading the mustang。 This would not do； however； because she fell too far in the rear。 Mounting again； she rode on； beginning to feet that nothing mattered； that this trip would be the end of Carley Burch。 How she hated that dreary； cold； flat land the road bisected without end。 It felt as if she rode hours to cover a mile。 In open stretches she saw the whole party straggling along； separated from one another； and each for himself。 They certainly could not be enjoying themselves。 Carley shut her eyes； clutched the pommel of the saddle； trying to support her weight。 How could she endure another mile？ Alas！ there might be many miles。 Suddenly a terrible shock seemed to rack her。 But it was only that Spillbeans had once again taken to a trot。 Frantically she pulled on the bridle。 He was not to be thwarted。 Opening her eyes； she saw a cabin far ahead which probably was the destination for the night。 Carley knew she would never reach it； yet she clung on desperately。 What she dreaded was the return of that stablike pain in her side。 It came； and life seemed something abject and monstrous。 She rode stiff legged； with her hands propping her stiffly above the pommel； but the stabbing pain went right on； and in deeper。 When the mustang halted his trot beside the o
