riders of the purple sage-第34节
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g the quail she had tamed。 And she had begun to tame the mocking…birds。 They fluttered among the branches overhead and some left off their songs to flit down and shyly hop near the twittering quail。 Little gray and white rabbits crouched in the grass； now nibbling； now laying long ears flat and watching the dogs。
Venters's swift glance took in the brightening valley； and Bess and her pets； and Ring and Whitie。 It swept over all to return again and rest upon the girl。 She had changed。 To the dark trousers and blouse she had added moccasins of her own make； but she no longer resembled a boy。 No eye could have failed to mark the rounded contours of a woman。 The change had been to grace and beauty。 A glint of warm gold gleamed from her hair； and a tint of red shone in the clear dark brown of cheeks。 The haunting sweetness of her lips and eyes； that earlier had been illusive； a promise； had become a living fact。 She fitted harmoniously into that wonderful setting； she was like Surprise Valleywild and beautiful。
Venters leaped out of his cave to begin the day。
He had postponed his journey to Cottonwoods until after the passing of the summer rains。 The rains were due soon。 But until their arrival and the necessity for his trip to the village he sequestered in a far corner of mind all thought of peril； of his past life； and almost that of the present。 It was enough to live。 He did not want to know what lay hidden in the dim and distant future。 Surprise Valley had enchanted him。 In this home of the cliff…dwellers there were peace and quiet and solitude； and another thing； wondrous as the golden morning shaft of sunlight； that he dared not ponder over long enough to understand。
The solitude he had hated when alone he had now come to love。 He was assimilating something from this valley of gleams and shadows。 From this strange girl he was assimilating more。
The day at hand resembled many days gone before。 As Venters had no tools with which to build； or to till the terraces； he remained idle。 Beyond the cooking of the simple fare there were no tasks。 And as there were no tasks； there was no system。 He and Bess began one thing； to leave it； to begin another； to leave that； and then do nothing but lie under the spruces and watch the great cloud…sails majestically move along the ramparts； and dream and dream。 The valley was a golden； sunlit world。 It was silent。 The sighing wind and the twittering quail and the singing birds； even the rare and seldom…occurring hollow crack of a sliding weathered stone； only thickened and deepened that insulated silence。
Venters and Bess had vagrant minds。
〃Bess； did I tell you about my horse Wrangle？〃 inquired Venters。
〃A hundred times；〃 she replied。
〃Oh； have I？ I'd forgotten。 I want you to see him。 He'll carry us both。〃
〃I'd like to ride him。 Can he run？〃
〃Run？ He's a demon。 Swiftest horse on the sage！ I hope he'll stay in that canyon。
〃He'll stay。〃
They left camp to wander along the terraces； into the aspen ravines； under the gleaming walls。 Ring and Whitie wandered in the fore； often turning； often trotting back； open…mouthed and solemn…eyed and happy。 Venters lifted his gaze to the grand archway over the entrance to the valley； and Bess lifted hers to follow his； and both were silent。 Sometimes the bridge held their attention for a long time。 To…day a soaring eagle attracted them。
〃How he sails！〃 exclaimed Bess。 〃I wonder where his mate is？〃
〃She's at the nest。 It's on the bridge in a crack near the top。〃
〃I see her often。 She s almost white。〃
They wandered on down the terrace； into the shady； sun…flecked forest。 A brown bird fluttered crying from a bush。 Bess peeped into the leaves。 〃Look！ A nest and four little birds。 They're not afraid of us。 See how they open their mouths。 They're hungry。〃
Rabbits rustled the dead brush and pattered away。 The forest was full of a drowsy hum of insects。 Little darts of purple； that were running quail； crossed the glades。 And a plaintive； sweet peeping came from the coverts。 Bess's soft step disturbed a sleeping lizard that scampered away over the leaves。 She gave chase and caught it； a slim creature of nameless color but of exquisite beauty。
〃Jewel eyes；〃 she said。 〃It's like a rabbitafraid。 We won't eat you。 Therego。〃
Murmuring water drew their steps down into a shallow shaded ravine where a brown brook brawled softly over mossy stones。 Multitudes of strange； gray frogs with white spots and black eyes lined the rocky bank and leaped only at close approach。 Then Venters's eye descried a very thin； very long green snake coiled round a sapling。 They drew closer and closer till they could have touched it。 The snake had no fear and watched them with scintillating eyes。
〃It's pretty；〃 said Bess。 〃How tame！ I thought snakes always ran。〃
〃No。 Even the rabbits didn't run here till the dogs chased them。〃
On and on they wandered to the wild jumble of massed and broken fragments of cliff at the west end of the valley。 The roar of the disappearing stream dinned in their ears。 Into this maze of rocks they threaded a tortuous way； climbing； descending； halting to gather wild plums and great lavender lilies； and going on at the will of fancy。 Idle and keen perceptions guided them equally。
〃Oh； let us climb there！〃 cried Bess； pointing upward to a small space of terrace left green and shady between huge abutments of broken cliff。 And they climbed to the nook and rested and looked out across the valley to the curling column of blue smoke from their campfire。 But the cool shade and the rich grass and the fine view were not what they had climbed for。 They could not have told； although whatever had drawn them was well…satisfying。 Light； sure…footed as a mountain goat； Bess pattered down at Venters's heels； and they went on； calling the dogs； eyes dreamy and wide； listening to the wind and the bees and the crickets and the birds。
Part of the time Ring and Whitie led the way； then Venters； then Bess； and the direction was not an object。 They left the sun…streaked shade of the oaks； brushed the long grass of the meadows； entered the green and fragrant swaying willows； to stop； at length； under the huge old cottonwoods where the beavers were busy。
Here they rested and watched。 A dam of brush and logs and mud and stones backed the stream into a little lake。 The round； rough beaver houses projected from the water。 Like the rabbits； the beavers had become shy。 Gradually； however； as Venters and Bess knelt low； holding the dogs； the beavers emerged to swim with logs and gnaw at cottonwoods and pat mud walls with their paddle…like tails； and； glossy and shiny in the sun； to go on with their strange； persistent industry。 They were the builders。 The lake was a mud…hole； and the immediate environment a scarred and dead region； but it was a wonderful home of wonderful animals。
〃Look at that onehe puddles in the mud；〃 said Bess。 〃And there！ See him dive！ Hear them gnawing！ I'd think they'd break their teeth。 How's it they can stay out of the water and under the water？〃
And she laughed。
Then Venters and Bess wandered farther； and； perhaps not all unconsciously this time； wended their slow steps to the cave of the cliff…dwellers； where she liked best to go。
The tangled thicket and the long slant of dust and little chips of weathered rock and the steep bench of stone and the worn steps all were arduous work for Bess in the climbing。 But she gained the shelf； gasping； hot of cheek； glad of eye； with her hand in Venters's。 Here they rested。 The beautiful valley glittered below with its millions of wind…turned leaves bright…faced in the sun； and the mighty bridge towered heavenward； crowned with blue sky。 Bess； however； never rested for long。 Soon she was exploring； and Venters followed； she dragged forth from corners and shelves a multitude of crudely fashioned and painted pieces of pottery； and he carried them。 They peeped down into the dark holes of the kivas； and Bess gleefully dropped a stone and waited for the long…coming hollow sound to rise。 They peeped into the little globular houses； like mud…wasp nests； and wondered if these had been store…places for grain； or baby cribs； or what； and they crawled into the larger houses and laughed when they bumped their heads on the low roofs； and they dug in the dust of the floors。 And they brought from dust and darkness armloads of treasure which they carried to the light。 Flints and stones and strange curved sticks and pottery they found； and twisted grass rope that crumbled in their hands； and bits of whitish stone which crushed to powder at a touch and seemed to vanish in the air。
〃That white stuff was bone；〃 said Venters； slowly。 〃Bones of a cliff…dweller。〃
〃No！〃 exclaimed Bess。
〃Here's another piece。 Look！。。。Whew！ dry； powdery smoke！ That's bone。〃
Then it was that Venters's primitive； childlike mood； like a savage's； seeing； yet unthinking； gave way to the encroachment of civilized thought。 The world had not been made for a single day's play or fancy or idle watching。 The world was old。 Nowhere could be gotten a better idea of its age than in this gigantic silent tomb。 The gray ashes in Venters's hand had once been bone of a human being like himself。 The pale gloom o
