The Call Of The Canyon - Zane Grey (easy readers TXT) 📗
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Any Indication Of His Mental Peculiarity To Her. It Took Considerable
Restraint Not To Lead Him To Talk More About Flo And Glenn. Presently They
Reached The Turn In The Road, Opposite The Cottage Carley Had Noticed
Yesterday, And Here Her Loquacious Escort Halted.
"You Take The Trail Heah," He Said, Pointing It Out, "An' Foller It Into
West Fork. So Long, An' Don't Forget We're Goin' Huntin' Turkeys."
Carley Smiled Her Thanks, And, Taking To The Trail, She Stepped Out
Briskly, Now Giving Attention To Her Surroundings. The Canyon Had Widened,
And The Creek With Its Deep Thicket Of Green And White Had Sheered To The
Left. On Her Right The Canyon Wall Appeared To Be Lifting Higher--And
Higher. She Could Not See It Well, Owing To Intervening Treetops. The Trail
Led Her Through A Grove Of Maples And Sycamores, Out Into An Open Park-Like
Bench That Turned To The Right Toward The Cliff. Suddenly Carley Saw A
Break In The Red Wall. It Was The Intersecting Canyon, West Fork. What A
Narrow Red-Walled Gateway! Huge Pine Trees Spread Wide Gnarled Branches
Over Her Head. The Wind Made Soft Rush In Their Tops, Sending The Brown
Needles Lightly On The Air. Carley Turned The Bulging Corner, To Be Halted
By A Magnificent Spectacle. It Seemed A Mountain Wall Loomed Over Her. It
Was The Western Side Of This Canyon, So Lofty That Carley Had To Tip Back
Her Head To See The Top. She Swept Her Astonished Gaze Down The Face Of
This Tremendous Red Mountain Wall And Then Slowly Swept It Upward Again.
This Phenomenon Of A Cliff Seemed Beyond The Comprehension Of Her Sight. It
Looked A Mile High. The Few Trees Along Its Bold Rampart Resembled Short
Spear-Pointed Bushes Outlined Against The Steel Gray Of Sky. Ledges, Caves,
Seams, Cracks, Fissures, Beetling Red Brows, Yellow Crumbling Crags,
Benches Of Green Growths And Niches Choked With Brush, And Bold Points
Where Single Lonely Pine Trees Grew Perilously, And Blank Walls A Thousand
Feet Across Their Shadowed Faces--These Features Gradually Took Shape In
Carley's Confused Sight, Until The Colossal Mountain Front Stood Up Before
Her In All Its Strange, Wild, Magnificent Ruggedness And Beauty.
"Arizona! Perhaps This Is What He Meant," Murmured Carley. "I Never Dreamed
Of Anything Like This. . . . But, Oh! It Overshadows Me--Bears Me Down! I
Could Never Have A Moment's Peace Under It."
It Fascinated Her. There Were Inaccessible Ledges That Haunted Her With
Their Remote Fastnesses. How Wonderful Would It Be To Get There, Rest
Chapter 3 Pg 42There, If That Were Possible! But Only Eagles Could Reach Them. There Were
Places, Then, That The Desecrating Hands Of Man Could Not Touch. The Dark
Caves Were Mystically Potent In Their Vacant Staring Out At The World
Beneath Them. The Crumbling Crags, The Toppling Ledges, The Leaning Rocks
All Threatened To Come Thundering Down At The Breath Of Wind. How Deep And
Soft The Red Color In Contrast With The Green! How Splendid The Sheer Bold
Uplift Of Gigantic Steps! Carley Found Herself Marveling At The Forces
That Had So Rudely, Violently, And Grandly Left This Monument To Nature.
"Well, Old Fifth Avenue Gadder!" Called A Gay Voice. "If The Back Wall Of
My Yard So Halts You--What Will You Ever Do When You See The Painted
Desert, Or Climb Sunset Peak, Or Look Down Into The Grand Canyon?"
"Oh, Glenn, Where Are You?" Cried Carley, Gazing Everywhere Near At Hand.
But He Was Farther Away. The Clearness Of His Voice Had Deceived Her.
Presently She Espied Him A Little Distance Away, Across A Creek She Had Not
Before Noticed.
"Come On," He Called. "I Want To See You Cross The Stepping Stones."
Carley Ran Ahead, Down A Little Slope Of Clean Red Rock, To The Shore Of
The Green Water. It Was Clear, Swift, Deep In Some Places And Shallow In
Others, With White Wreathes Or Ripples Around The Rocks Evidently Placed
There As A Means To Cross. Carley Drew Back Aghast.
"Glenn, I Could Never Make It," She Called.
"Come On, My Alpine Climber," He Taunted. "Will You Let Arizona Daunt You?"
"Do You Want Me To Fall In And Catch Cold?" She Cried, Desperately.
"Carley, Big Women Might Even Cross The Bad Places Of Modern Life On
Stepping Stones Of Their Dead Selves!" He Went On, With Something Of
Mockery. "Surely A Few Physical Steps Are Not Beyond You."
"Say, Are You Mangling Tennyson Or Just Kidding Me?" She Demanded Slangily.
"My Love, Flo Could Cross Here With Her Eyes Shut."
That Thrust Spurred Carley To Action. His Words Were Jest, Yet They Held A
Chapter 3 Pg 43Hint Of Earnest. With Her Heart At Her Throat Carley Stepped On The First
Rock, And, Poising, She Calculated On A Running Leap From Stone To Stone.
Once Launched, She Felt She Was Falling Downhill. She Swayed, She Splashed,
She Slipped; And Clearing The Longest Leap From The Last Stone To Shore She
Lost Her Balance And Fell Into Glenn's Arms. His Kisses Drove Away Both Her
Panic And Her Resentment.
"By Jove! I Didn't Think You'd Even Attempt It!" He Declared, Manifestly
Pleased. "I Made Sure I'd Have To Pack You Over--In Fact, Rather Liked The
Idea."
"I Wouldn't Advise You To Employ Any Such Means Again--To Dare Me," She
Retorted.
"That's A Nifty Outdoor Suit You've On," He Said, Admiringly. "I Was
Wondering What You'd Wear. I Like Short Outing Skirts For Women, Rather
Than Trousers. The Service Sort Of Made The Fair Sex Dippy About Pants."
"It Made Them Dippy About More Than That," She Replied. "You And I Will
Never Live To See The Day That Women Recover Their Balance."
"I Agree With You," Replied Glenn.
Carley Locked Her Arm In His. "Honey, I Want To Have A Good Time Today.
Cut Out All The Other Women Stuff. . . . Take Me To See Your Little Gray
Home In The West. Or Is It Gray?"
He Laughed. "Why, Yes, It's Gray, Just About. The Logs Have Bleached Some."
Glenn Led Her Away Up A Trail That Climbed Between Bowlders, And Meandered
On Over Piny Mats Of Needles Under Great, Silent, Spreading Pines; And
Closer To The Impondering Mountain Wall, Where At The Base Of The Red Rock
The Creek Murmured Strangely With Hollow Gurgle, Where The Sun Had No
Chance To Affect The Cold Damp Gloom; And On Through Sweet-Smelling Woods,
Out Into The Sunlight Again, And Across A Wider Breadth Of Stream; And Up A
Slow Slope Covered With Stately Pines, To A Little Cabin That Faced The
West.
"Here We Are, Sweetheart," Said Glenn. "Now We Shall See What You Are Made
Of."
Carley Was Non-Committal As To That. Her Intense Interest Precluded Any
Humor At This Moment. Not Until She Actually Saw The Log Cabin Glenn Had
Chapter 3 Pg 44Erected With His Own Hands Had She Been Conscious Of Any Great Interest.
But Sight Of It Awoke Something Unaccustomed In Carley. As She Stepped Into
The Cabin Her Heart Was Not Acting Normally For A Young Woman Who Had No
Illusions About Love In A Cottage.
Glenn's Cabin Contained One Room About Fifteen Feet Wide By Twenty Long.
Between The Peeled Logs Were Lines Of Red Mud, Hard Dried. There Was A
Small Window Opposite The Door. In One Corner Was A Couch Of Poles, With
Green Tips Of Pine Boughs Peeping From Under The Blankets. The Floor
Consisted Of Flat Rocks Laid Irregularly, With Many Spaces Of Earth Showing
Between. The Open Fireplace Appeared Too Large For The Room, But The Very
Bigness Of It, As Well As The Blazing Sticks And Glowing Embers, Appealed
Strongly To Carley. A Rough-Hewn Log Formed The Mantel, And On It Carley's
Picture Held The Place Of Honor. Above This A Rifle Lay Across Deer
Antlers. Carley Paused Here In Her Survey Long Enough To Kiss Glenn And
Point To Her Photograph.
"You Couldn't Have Pleased Me More."
To The Left Of The Fireplace Was A Rude Cupboard Of Shelves, Packed With
Boxes, Cans, Bags, And Utensils. Below The Cupboard, Hung Upon Pegs, Were
Blackened Pots And Pans, A Long-Handled Skillet, And A Bucket. Glenn's
Table Was A Masterpiece. There Was No Danger Of Knocking It Over. It
Consisted Of Four Poles Driven Into The Ground, Upon Which Had Been Nailed
Two Wide Slabs. This Table Showed Considerable Evidence Of Having Been
Scrubbed Scrupulously Clean. There Were Two Low Stools, Made Out Of Boughs,
And The Seats Had Been Covered With Woolly Sheep Hide. In The Right-Hand
Corner Stood A Neat Pile Of Firewood, Cut With An Ax, And Beyond This Hung
Saddle And Saddle Blanket, Bridle And Spurs. An Old Sombrero Was Hooked
Upon The Pommel Of The Saddle. Upon The Wall, Higher Up, Hung A Lantern,
Resting In A Coil Of Rope That Carley Took To Be A Lasso. Under A Shelf
Upon Which Lay A Suitcase Hung Some Rough Wearing Apparel.
Carley Noted That Her Picture And The Suit Case Were Absolutely The Only
Physical Evidences Of Glenn's Connection With His Eastern Life. That Had An
Unaccountable Effect Upon Carley. What Had She Expected? Then, After
Another Survey Of The Room, She Began To Pester Glenn With Questions. He
Had To Show Her The Spring Outside And The Little Bench With Basin And
Soap. Sight Of His Soiled Towel Made Her Throw Up Her Hands. She Sat On The
Stools. She Lay On The Couch. She Rummaged Into The Contents Of The
Cupboard. She Threw Wood On The Fire. Then, Finally, Having Exhausted Her
Chapter 3 Pg 45Search And Inquiry, She Flopped Down On One Of The Stools To Gaze At Glenn
In Awe And Admiration And Incredulity.
"Glenn--You've Actually Lived Here!" She Ejaculated.
"Since Last Fall
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