the call of the canyon-第47章
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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 compassthe 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。
Again and again she visited this lookout and came to love its isolation； its command of wondrous prospects； its power of suggestion to her thoughts。 She became a creative being； in harmony with the live things around her。 The great life…dispensing sun poured its rays down upon her； as if to ripen her； and the earth seemed warm； motherly； immense with its all…embracing arms。 She no longer plucked the bluebells to press to her face； but leaned to them。 Every blade of gramma grass； with its shining bronze…tufted seed head； had significance for her。 The scents of the desert began to have meaning for her。 She sensed within her the working of a great leveling process through which supreme happiness would come。
June！ The rich； thick； amber light； like a transparent reflection from some intense golden medium； seemed to float in the warm air。 The sky became an azure blue。 In the still noontides； when the bees hummed drowsily and the flies buzzed； vast creamy…white columnar clouds rolled up from the horizon； like colossal ships with bulging sails。 And summer with its rush of growing things was at hand。
Carley rode afar； seeking in strange places the secret that eluded her。 Only a few days now until she would ride down to Oak Creek Canyon！ There was a low； singing melody of wind in the cedars。 The earth became too beautiful in her magnified sight。 A great truth was dawning upon herthat the sacrifice of what she had held as necessary to the enjoyment of life that the strain of conflict； the labor of hands； the forcing of weary body； the enduring of pain； the contact with the earthhad served somehow to rejuvenate her blood； quicken her pulse； intensify her sensorial faculties； thrill her very soul； lead her into the realm of enchantment。
One afternoon a dull； lead…black…colored cinder knoll tempted her to explore its bare heights。 She rode up until her mustang sank to his knees and could climb no farther。 From there she essayed the ascent on foot。 It took labor。 But at last she gained the summit； burning； sweating； panting。
The cinder hill was an extinct crater of a volcano。 In the center of it lay a deep bowl； wondrously symmetrical； and of a dark lusterless hue。 Not a blade of grass was there； nor a plant。 Carley conceived a desire to go to the bottom of this pit。 She tried the cinders of the edge of the slope。 They had the same consistency as those of the ascent she had overcome。 But here there was a steeper incline。 A tingling rush of daring seemed to drive her over the rounded rim； and； once started down； it was as if she wore seven…league boots。 Fear left her。 Only an exhilarating emotion consumed her。 If there were danger； it mattered not。 She strode down with giant steps； she plunged； she started avalanches to ride them until they stopped； she leaped； and lastly she fell； to roll over the soft cinders to the pit。
There she lay。 It seemed a comfortable resting place。 The pit was scarcely six feet across。 She gazed upward and was astounded。 How steep was the rounded slope on all sides！ There were no sides； it was a circle。 She looked up at a round lake of deep translucent sky。 Such depth of blue； such exquisite rare color！ Carley imagined she could gaze through it to the infinite beyond。
She closed her eyes and rested。 Soon the laboring of heart and breath calmed to normal； so that she could not hear them。 Then she lay perfectly motionless。 With eyes shut she seemed still to look； and what she saw was the sunlight through the blood and flesh of her eyelids。 It was red； as rare a hue as the blue of sky。 So piercing did it grow that she had to shade her eyes with her arm。
Again the strange； rapt glow suffused her body。 Never in all her life had she been so absolutely alone。 She might as well have been in her grave。 She might have been dead to all earthy things and reveling in spirit in the glory of the physical that had escaped her in life。 And she abandoned herself to this influence。
She loved these dry； dusty cinders； she loved the crater here hidden from all save birds； she loved the desert； the earth…above all； the sun。 She was a product of the eartha creation of the sun。 She had been an infinitesimal atom of inert something that had quickened to life under the blazing magic of the sun。 Soon her spirit would abandon her body and go on； while her flesh and bone returned to dust。 This frame of hers； that carried the divine spark； belonged to the earth。 She had only been ignorant； mindless； feelingless； absorbed in the seeking of gain； blind to the truth。 She had to give。 She had been created a woman； she belonged to nature； she was nothing save a mother of the future。 She had loved neither Glenn Kilbourne nor life itself。 False education； false standards； false environment had developed her into a woman who imagined she must feed her body on the milk and honey of indulgence。
She was abased nowwoman as animal； though saved and uplifted by her power of immortality。 Transcendental was her female power to link life with the future。 The power of the plant seed； the power of the earth； the heat of the sun； the inscrutable creation…spirit of nature； almost the divinity of Godthese were all hers because she was a woman。 That was the great secret； aloof so long。 That was what had been wrong with lifethe woman blind to her meaning； her power； her mastery。
So she abandoned herself to the woman within her。 She held out her arms to the blue abyss of heaven as if to embrace the universe。 She was Nature。 She kissed the dusty cinders and pressed her breast against the warm slope。 Her heart swelled to bursting with a glorious and unutterable happiness。
That afternoon as the sun was setting under a gold…white scroll of cloud Carley got back to Deep Lake。
A familiar lounging figure crossed her sight。 It approached to where she had dismounted。 Charley； the sheep herder of Oak Creek！
〃Howdy！〃 he drawled； with his queer smile。 〃So it was you…all who had this Deep Lake section？〃
〃Yes。 And how are you； Charley？〃 she replied； shaking hands with him。
〃Me？ Aw； I'm tip…top。 I'm shore glad you got this ranch。 Reckon I'll hit you for a job。〃
〃I'd give it to you。 But aren't you working for the Hutters？〃
〃Nope。 Not any more。 Me an' Stanton had a row with them。〃
How droll and dry he was！ His lean； olive…brown face； with its guileless clear eyes and his lanky figure in blue jeans vividly recalled Oak Creek to Carley。
〃Oh； I'm sorry；〃 returned she haltingly； somehow checked in her warm rush of thought。 〃Stanton？ 。 。 。 Did he quit too？〃
〃Yep。 He sure did。〃
〃What was the trouble？〃
〃Reckon because Flo made up to Kilbourne；〃 replied Charley； with a grin。
〃Ah！ II see；〃 murmured Carley。 A blankness seemed to wave over her。 It extended to the air without； to the sense of the golden sunset。 It passed。 What should she askwhat out of a thousand sudden flashing queries？ 〃Are ar
