riders of the purple sage-第21章
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ite conflict of change within him。 It seemed to be a vague passing of old moods； a dim coalescing of new forces； a moment of inexplicable transition。 He was both cast down and uplifted。 He wanted to think and think of the meaning； but he resolutely dispelled emotion。 His imperative need at present was to find a safe retreat； and this called for action。
So he set out。 It still wanted several hours before dark。 This trip he turned to the left and wended his skulking way southward a mile or more to the opening of the valley； where lay the strange scrawled rocks。 He did not； however； venture boldly out into the open sage； but clung to the right…hand wall and went along that till its perpendicular line broke into the long incline of bare stone。
Before proceeding farther he halted； studying the strange character of this slope and realizing that a moving black object could be seen far against such background。 Before him ascended a gradual swell of smooth stone。 It was hard； polished； and full of pockets worn by centuries of eddying rain…water。 A hundred yards up began a line of grotesque cedar…trees； and they extended along the slope clear to its most southerly end。 Beyond that end Venters wanted to get； and he concluded the cedars； few as they were； would afford some cover。
Therefore he climbed swiftly。 The trees were farther up than he had estimated； though he had from long habit made allowance for the deceiving nature of distances in that country。 When he gained the cover of cedars he paused to rest and look； and it was then he saw how the trees sprang from holes in the bare rock。 Ages of rain had run down the slope； circling； eddying in depressions； wearing deep round holes。 There had been dry seasons； accumulations of dust； wind…blown seeds； and cedars rose wonderfully out of solid rock。 But these were not beautiful cedars。 They were gnarled； twisted into weird contortions； as if growth were torture； dead at the tops； shrunken； gray； and old。 Theirs had been a bitter fight； and Venters felt a strange sympathy for them。 This country was hard on treesand men。
He slipped from cedar to cedar； keeping them between him and the open valley。 As he progressed； the belt of trees widened and he kept to its upper margin。 He passed shady pockets half full of water； and； as he marked the location for possible future need； he reflected that there had been no rain since the winter snows。 From one of these shady holes a rabbit hopped out and squatted down； laying its ears flat。
Venters wanted fresh meat now more than when he had only himself to think of。 But it would not do to fire his rifle there。 So he broke off a cedar branch and threw it。 He crippled the rabbit； which started to flounder up the slope。 Venters did not wish to lose the meat； and he never allowed crippled game to escape； to die lingeringly in some covert。 So after a careful glance below； and back toward the canyon； he began to chase the rabbit。
The fact that rabbits generally ran uphill was not new to him。 But it presently seemed singular why this rabbit； that might have escaped downward； chose to ascend the slope。 Venters knew then that it had a burrow higher up。 More than once he jerked over to seize it； only in vain； for the rabbit by renewed effort eluded his grasp。 Thus the chase continued on up the bare slope。 The farther Venters climbed the more determined he grew to catch his quarry。 At last； panting and sweating； he captured the rabbit at the foot of a steeper grade。 Laying his rifle on the bulge of rising stone； he killed the animal and slung it from his belt。
Before starting down he waited to catch his breath。 He had climbed far up that wonderful smooth slope； and had almost reached the base of yellow cliff that rose skyward； a huge scarred and cracked bulk。 It frowned down upon him as if to forbid further ascent。 Venters bent over for his rifle； and； as he picked it up from where it leaned against the steeper grade； he saw several little nicks cut in the solid stone。
They were only a few inches deep and about a foot apart。 Venters began to count themonetwothreefouron up to sixteen。 That number carried his glance to the top of his first bulging bench of cliff…base。 Above； after a more level offset； was still steeper slope； and the line of nicks kept on； to wind round a projecting corner of wall。
A casual glance would have passed by these little dents； if Venters had not known what they signified he would never have bestowed upon them the second glance。 But he knew they had been cut there by hand； and； though age…worn； he recognized them as steps cut in the rock by the cliff…dwellers。 With a pulse beginning to beat and hammer away his calmness； he eyed that indistinct line of steps； up to where the buttress of wall hid further sight of them。 He knew that behind the corner of stone would be a cave or a crack which could never be suspected from below。 Chance； that had sported with him of late； now directed him to a probable hiding…place。 Again he laid aside his rifle； and； removing boots and belt； he began to walk up the steps。 Like a mountain goat； he was agile； sure…footed； and he mounted the first bench without bending to use his hands。 The next ascent took grip of fingers as well as toes； but he climbed steadily； swiftly； to reach the projecting corner； and slipped around it。 Here he faced a notch in the cliff。 At the apex he turned abruptly into a ragged vent that split the ponderous wall clear to the top； showing a narrow streak of blue sky。
At the base this vent was dark； cool； and smelled of dry； musty dust。 It zigzagged so that he could not see ahead more than a few yards at a time。 He noticed tracks of wildcats and rabbits in the dusty floor。 At every turn he expected to come upon a huge cavern full of little square stone houses； each with a small aperture like a staring dark eye。 The passage lightened and widened； and opened at the foot of a narrow； steep； ascending chute。
Venters had a moment's notice of the rock； which was of the same smoothness and hardness as the slope below； before his gaze went irresistibly upward to the precipitous walls of this wide ladder of granite。 These were ruined walls of yellow sandstone； and so split and splintered； so overhanging with great sections of balancing rim； so impending with tremendous crumbling crags； that Venters caught his breath sharply； and； appalled； he instinctively recoiled as if a step upward might jar the ponderous cliffs from their foundation。 Indeed； it seemed that these ruined cliffs were but awaiting a breath of wind to collapse and come tumbling down。 Venters hesitated。 It would be a foolhardy man who risked his life under the leaning； waiting avalanches of rock in that gigantic split。 Yet how many years had they leaned there without falling！ At the bottom of the incline was an immense heap of weathered sandstone all crumbling to dust； but there were no huge rocks as large as houses； such as rested so lightly and frightfully above； waiting patiently and inevitably to crash down。 Slowly split from the parent rock by the weathering process； and carved and sculptured by ages of wind and rain； they waited their moment。 Venters felt how foolish it was for him to fear these broken walls； to fear that； after they had endured for thousands of years； the moment of his passing should be the one for them to slip。 Yet he feared it。
〃What a place to hide！〃 muttered Venters。 〃I'll climbI'll see where this thing goes。 If only I can find water！〃
With teeth tight shut he essayed the incline。 And as he climbed he bent his eyes downward。 This； however； after a little grew impossible； he had to look to obey his eager； curious mind。 He raised his glance and saw light between row on row of shafts and pinnacles and crags that stood out from the main wall。 Some leaned against the cliff； others against each other； many stood sheer and alone； all were crumbling； cracked； rotten。 It was a place of yellow； ragged ruin。 The passage narrowed as he went up； it became a slant； hard for him to stick on； it was smooth as marble。 Finally he surmounted it； surprised to find the walls still several hundred feet high； and a narrow gorge leading down on the other side。 This was a divide between two inclines；
