the call of the canyon-第19章
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bulk of the mountains reached up into the stormy clouds； showing white slopes of snow under the gray pall。
The hoofs of the horses sank in the cinders。 A fine choking dust assailed Carley's nostrils。 Presently； when there appeared at least a third of the ascent still to be accomplished and Flo dismounted to walk； leading their horses。 Carley had no choice but to do likewise。 At first walking was a relief。 Soon； however； the soft yielding cinders began to drag at her feet。 At every step she slipped back a few inches； a very annoying feature of climbing。 When her legs seemed to grow dead Carley paused for a little rest。 The last of the ascent； over a few hundred yards of looser cinders； taxed her remaining strength to the limit。 She grew hot and wet and out of breath。 Her heart labored。 An unreasonable antipathy seemed to attend her efforts。 Only her ridiculous vanity held her to this task。 She wanted to please Glenn； but not so earnestly that she would have kept on plodding up this ghastly bare mound of cinders。 Carley did not mind being a tenderfoot； but she hated the thought of these Westerners considering her a weakling。 So she bore the pain of raw blisters and the miserable sensation of staggering on under a leaden weight。
Several times she noted that Flo and Stanton halted to face each other in rather heated argument。 At least Stanton's red face and forceful gestures attested to heat on his part。 Flo evidently was weary of argument； and in answer to a sharp reproach she retorted； 〃Shore I was different after he came。〃 To which Stanton responded by a quick passionate shrinking as if he had been stung。
Carley had her own reaction to this speech she could not help hearing； and inwardly； at least； her feeling must have been similar to Stanton's。 She forgot the object of this climb and looked off to her right at the green level without really seeing it。 A vague sadness weighed upon her soul。 Was there to be a tangle of fates here； a conflict of wills； a crossing of loves？ Flo's terse confession could not be taken lightly。 Did she mean that she loved Glenn？ Carley began to fear it。 Only another reason why she must persuade Glenn to go back East！ But the closer Carley came to what she divined must be an ordeal the more she dreaded it。 This raw； crude West might have confronted her with a situation beyond her control。 And as she dragged her weighted feet through the cinders； kicking； up little puffs of black dust； she felt what she admitted to be an unreasonable resentment toward these Westerners and their barren； isolated； and boundless world。
〃Carley；〃 called Flo； 〃comelooksee； as the Indians say。 Here is Glenn's Painted Desert； and I reckon it's shore worth seeing。〃
To Carley's surprise； she found herself upon the knob of the foothill。 And when she looked out across a suddenly distinguish able void she seemed struck by the immensity of something she was unable to grasp。 She dropped her bridle； she gazed slowly； as if drawn； hearing Flo's voice。
〃That thin green line of cottonwoods down there is the Little Colorado River；〃 Flo was saying。 〃Reckon it's sixty miles； all down hill。 The Painted Desert begins there and also the Navajo Reservation。 You see the white strips； the red veins； the yellow bars； the black lines。 They are all desert steps leading up and up for miles。 That sharp black peak is called Wildcat。 It's about a hundred miles。 You see the desert stretching away to the right； growing dimlost in distance？ We don't know that country。 But that north country we know as landmarks； anyway。 Look at that saw…tooth range。 The Indians call it Echo Cliffs。 At the far end it drops off into the Colorado River。 Lee's Ferry is thereabout one hundred and sixty miles。 That ragged black rent is the Grand Canyon。 Looks like a thread； doesn't it？ But Carley； it's some hole； believe me。 Away to the left you see the tremendous wall rising and turning to come this way。 That's the north wall of the Canyon。 It ends at the great bluffGreenland Point。 See the black fringe above the bar of gold。 That's a belt of pine trees。 It's about eighty miles across this ragged old stone washboard of a desert。 。 。 。 Now turn and look straight and strain your sight over Wildcat。 See the rim purple dome。 You must look hard。 I'm glad it's clear and the sun is shining。 We don't often get this view。 。 。 。 That purple dome is Navajo Mountain； two hundred miles and more away！〃
Carley yielded to some strange drawing power and slowly walked forward until she stood at the extreme edge of the summit。
What was it that confounded her sight？ Desert slopedown and downcolor distancespace！ The wind that blew in her face seemed to have the openness of the whole world back of it。 Cold； sweet； dry； exhilarating； it breathed of untainted vastness。 Carley's memory pictures of the Adirondacks faded into pastorals； her vaunted images of European scenery changed to operetta settings。 She had nothing with which to compare this illimitable space。
〃Oh！America！〃 was her unconscious tribute。
Stanton and Flo had come on to places beside her。 The young man laughed。 〃Wal； now Miss Carley； you couldn't say more。 When I was in camp trainin' for service overseas I used to remember how this looked。 An' it seemed one of the things I was goin' to fight for。 Reckon I didn't the idea of the Germans havin' my Painted Desert。 I didn't get across to fight for it； but I shore was willin'。〃
〃You see； Carley； this is our America；〃 said Flo； softly。
Carley had never understood the meaning of the word。 The immensity of the West seemed flung at her。 What her vision beheld； so far…reaching and boundless； was only a dot on the map。
〃Does any one liveout there？〃 she asked； with slow sweep of hand。
〃A few white traders and some Indian tribes；〃 replied Stanton。 〃But you can ride all day an' next day an' never see a livin' soul。〃
What was the meaning of the gratification in his voice？ Did Westerners court loneliness？ Carley wrenched her gaze from the desert void to look at her companions。 Stanton's eyes were narrowed； his expression had changed； lean and hard and still； his face resembled bronze。 The careless humor was gone； as was the heated flush of his quarrel with Flo。 The girl； too； had subtly changed； had responded to an influence that had subdued and softened her。 She was mute； her eyes held a light； comprehensive and all…embracing； she was beautiful then。 For Carley； quick to read emotion； caught a glimpse of a strong； steadfast soul that spiritualized the brown freckled face。
Carley wheeled to gaze out and down into this incomprehensible abyss； and on to the far up…flung heights； white and red and yellow； and so on to the wonderful mystic haze of distance。 The significance of Flo's designation of miles could not be grasped by Carley。 She could not estimate distance。 But she did not need that to realize her perceptions were swallowed up by magnitude。 Hitherto the power of her eyes had been unknown。 How splendid to see afar！ She could seeyesbut what did she see？ Space first； annihilating space； dwarfing her preconceived images； and then wondrous colors！ What had she known of color？ No wonder artists failed adequately and truly to paint mountains； let alone the desert space。 The toiling millions of the crowded cities were ignorant of this terrible beauty and sublimity。 Would it have helped them to see？ But just to breathe that untainted air； just to see once the boundless open of colored sand and rockto realize what the freedom of eagles meant would not that have helped anyone？
And with the thought there came to Carley's quickened and struggling mind a conception of freedom。 She had not yet watched eagles； but she now gazed out into their domain。 What then must be the effect of such environment on people whom it encompassed？ The idea stunned Carley。 Would such people grow in proportion to the nature with which they were in conflict？ Hereditary influence could not be comparable to such environment in the shaping of character。
〃Shore I could stand here all day；〃 said Flo。 〃But it's beginning to cloud over and this high wind is cold。 So we'd better go； Carley。〃
〃I don't know what I am； but it's not cold；〃 replied Carley。
〃Wal； Miss Carley； I reckon you'll hav
