the call of the canyon-第4章
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oaning； new to her ears； and somehow pleasant。 Another sound greeted herthe musical clanging of a clock that struck the quarters of the hour。 Some time late sleep claimed her。
Upon awakening she found she had overslept； necessitating haste upon her part。 As to that； the temperature of the room did not admit of leisurely dressing。 She had no adequate name for the feeling of the water。 And her fingers grew so numb that she made what she considered a disgraceful matter of her attire。
Downstairs in the lobby another cheerful red fire burned in the grate。 How perfectly satisfying was an open fireplace！ She thrust her numb hands almost into the blaze； and simply shook with the tingling pain that slowly warmed out of them。 The lobby was deserted。 A sign directed her to a dining room in the basement； where of the ham and eggs and strong coffee she managed to partake a little。 Then she went upstairs into the lobby and out into the street。
A cold； piercing air seemed to blow right through her。 Walking to the near corner； she paused to look around。 Down the main street flowed a leisurely stream of pedestrians； horses； cars； extending between two blocks of low buildings。 Across from where she stood lay a vacant lot； beyond which began a line of neat； oddly constructed houses； evidently residences of the town。 And then lifting her gaze； instinctively drawn by something obstructing the sky line； she was suddenly struck with surprise and delight。
〃Oh！ how perfectly splendid！〃 she burst out。
Two magnificent mountains loomed right over her； sloping up with majestic sweep of green and black timber； to a ragged tree…fringed snow area that swept up cleaner and whiter； at last to lift pure glistening peaks； noble and sharp； and sunrise…flushed against the blue。
Carley had climbed Mont Blanc and she had seen the Matterhorn； but they had never struck such amaze and admiration from her as these twin peaks of her native land。
〃What mountains are those？〃 she asked a passer…by。
〃San Francisco Peaks； ma'am；〃 replied the man。
〃Why； they can't be over a mile away！〃 she said。
〃Eighteen miles； ma'am；〃 he returned； with a grin。 〃Shore this Arizonie air is deceivin'。〃
〃How strange；〃 murmured Carley。 〃It's not that way in the Adirondacks。〃
She was still gazing upward when a man approached her and said the stage for Oak Creek Canyon would soon be ready to start； and he wanted to know if her baggage was ready。 Carley hurried back to her room to pack。
She had expected the stage would be a motor bus； or at least a large touring car； but it turned out to be a two…seated vehicle drawn by a team of ragged horses。 The driver was a little wizen…faced man of doubtful years； and he did not appear obviously susceptible to the importance of his passenger。 There was considerable freight to be hauled； besides Carley's luggage； but evidently she was the only passenger。
〃Reckon it's goin' to be a bad day；〃 said the driver。 〃These April days high up on the desert are windy an' cold。 Mebbe it'll snow； too。 Them clouds hangin' around the peaks ain't very promisin'。 Now； miss； haven't you a heavier coat or somethin'？〃
〃No； I have not；〃 replied Carley。 〃I'll have to stand it。 Did you say this was desert？〃
〃I shore did。 Wal； there's a hoss blanket under the seat； an' you can have that；〃 he replied； and； climbing to the seat in front of Carley； he took up the reins and started the horses off at a trot。
At the first turning Carley became specifically acquainted with the driver's meaning of a bad day。 A gust of wind； raw and penetrating； laden with dust and stinging sand； swept full in her face。 It came so suddenly that she was scarcely quick enough to close her eyes。 It took considerable clumsy effort on her part with a handkerchief； aided by relieving tears； to clear her sight again。 Thus uncomfortably Carley found herself launched on the last lap of her journey。
All before her and alongside lay the squalid environs of the town。 Looked back at； with the peaks rising behind； it was not unpicturesque。 But the hard road with its sheets of flying dust； the bleak railroad yards； the round pens she took for cattle corrals； and the sordid debris littering the approach to a huge sawmill；these were offensive in Carley's sight。 From a tall dome…like stack rose a yellowish smoke that spread overhead； adding to the lowering aspect of the sky。 Beyond the sawmill extended the open country sloping somewhat roughly； and evidently once a forest； but now a hideous bare slash； with ghastly burned stems of trees still standing； and myriads of stumps attesting to denudation。
The bleak road wound away to the southwest； and from this direction came the gusty wind。 It did not blow regularly so that Carley could be on her guard。 It lulled now and then； permitting her to look about； and then suddenly again whipping dust into her face。 The smell of the dust was as unpleasant as the sting。 It made her nostrils smart。 It was penetrating； and a little more of it would have been suffocating。 And as a leaden gray bank of broken clouds rolled up the wind grew stronger and the air colder。 Chilled before； Carley now became thoroughly cold。
There appeared to be no end to the devastated forest land； and the farther she rode the more barren and sordid grew the landscape。 Carley forgot about the impressive mountains behind her。 And as the ride wore into hours； such was her discomfort and disillusion that she forgot about Glenn Kilbourne。 She did not reach the point of regretting her adventure； but she grew mightily unhappy。 Now and then she espied dilapidated log cabins and surroundings even more squalid than the ruined forest。 What wretched abodes！ Could it be possible that people had lived in them？ She imagined men had but hardly women and children。 Somewhere she had forgotten an idea that women and children were extremely scarce in the West。
Straggling bits of forestyellow pines； the driver called the treesbegan to encroach upon the burned…over and arid barren land。 To Carley these groves； by reason of contrast and proof of what once was； only rendered the landscape more forlorn and dreary。 Why had these miles and miles of forest been cut？ By money grubbers； she supposed； the same as were devastating the Adirondacks。 Presently； when the driver had to halt to repair or adjust something wrong with the harness； Carley was grateful for a respite from cold inaction。 She got out and walked。 Sleet began to fall； and when she resumed her seat in the vehicle she asked the driver for the blanket to cover her。 The smell of this horse blanket was less endurable than the cold。 Carley huddled down into a state of apathetic misery。 Already she had enough of the West。
But the sleet storm passed； the clouds broke； the sun shone through； greatly mitigating her discomfort。 By and by the road led into a section of real forest； unspoiled in any degree。 Carley saw large gray squirrels with tufted ears and white bushy tails。 Presently the driver pointed out a flock of huge birds； which Carley； on second glance； recognized as turkeys； only these were sleek and glossy； with flecks of bronze and black and white； quite different from turkeys back East。 〃There must be a farm near；〃 said Carley； gazing about。
〃No； ma'am。 Them's wild turkeys；〃 replied the driver； 〃an' shore the best eatin' you ever had in your life。〃
A little while afterwards； as they were emerging from the woodland into more denuded country； he pointed out to Carley a herd of gray white…rumped animals that she took to be sheep。
〃An' them's antelope；〃 he said。 〃Once this desert was overrun by antelope。 Then they nearly disappeared。 An' now they're increasin' again。〃
More barren country； more bad weather； and especially an exceedingly rough road reduced Carley to her former state of dejection。 The jolting over roots and rocks and ruts was worse than uncomfortable。 She had to hold on to the seat to keep from being thrown out。 The horses did not appreciably change their gait for rough sections of the road。 Then a more severe jolt brought Carley's knee in violent contact with an iron bolt on the forward seat； and it hurt her so acutely that she had to bite her lips to keep from screaming。 A smoother stretch of road di
