ear　and　ragged；　and　they　rustled　in　the　breeze。　Small　gray　sheath…barked　trees　with　clumpy　foliage　and　snags　of　dead　branches；　Glenn　called　cedars；　and；　grotesque　as　these　were；　Carley　rather　liked　them。　They　were　approachable；　not　majestic　and　lofty　like　the　pines；　and　they　smelled　sweetly　wild；　and　best　of　all　they　afforded　some　protection　from　the　bitter　wind。　Carley　rested　better　than　she　walked。　The　huge　sections　of　red　rock　that　had　tumbled　from　above　also　interested　Carley；　especially　when　the　sun　happened　to　come　out　for　a　few　moments　and　brought　out　their　color。　She　enjoyed　walking　on　the　fallen　pines；　with　Glenn　below；　keeping　pace　with　her　and　holding　her　hand。　Carley　looked　in　vain　for　flowers　and　birds。　The　only　living　things　she　saw　were　rainbow　trout　that　Glenn　pointed　out　to　her　in　the　beautiful　clear　pools。　The　way　the　great　gray　bowlders　trooped　down　to　the　brook　as　if　they　were　cattle　going　to　drink；　the　dark　caverns　under　the　shelving　cliffs；　where　the　water　murmured　with　such　hollow　mockery；　the　low　spear…pointed　gray　plants；　resembling　century　plants；　and　which　Glenn　called　mescal　cactus；　each　with　its　single　straight　dead　stalk　standing　on　high　with　fluted　head；　the　narrow　gorges；　perpendicularly　walled　in　red；　where　the　constricted　brook　plunged　in　amber　and　white　cascades　over　fall　after　fall；　tumbling；　rushing；　singing　its　water　melodythese　all　held　singular　appeal　for　Carley　as　aspects　of　the　wild　land；　fascinating　for　the　moment；　symbolic　of　the　lonely　red　man　and　his　forbears；　and　by　their　raw　contrast　making　more　necessary　and　desirable　and　elevating　the　comforts　and　conventions　of　civilization。　The　cave　man　theory　interested　Carley　only　as　mythology。
  Lonelier；　wilder；　grander　grew　Glenn's　canyon。　Carley　was　finally　forced　to　shift　her　attention　from　the　intimate　objects　of　the　canyon　floor　to　the　aloof　and　unattainable　heights。　Singular　to　feel　the　difference！　That　which　she　could　see　close　at　hand；　touch　if　she　willed；　seemed　to；　become　part　of　her　knowledge；　could　be　observed　and　so　possessed　and　passed　by。　But　the　gold…red　ramparts　against　the　sky；　the　crannied　cliffs；　the　crags　of　the　eagles；　the　lofty；　distant　blank　walls；　where　the　winds　of　the　gods　had　written　their　warsthese　haunted　because　they　could　never　be　possessed。　Carley　had　often　gazed　at　the　Alps　as　at　celebrated　pictures。　She　admired；　she　appreciatedthen　she　forgot。　But　the　canyon　heights　did　not　affect　her　that　way。　They　vaguely　dissatisfied；　and　as　she　could　not　be　sure　of　what　they　dissatisfied；　she　had　to　conclude　that　it　was　in　herself。　To　see；　to　watch；　to　dream；　to　seek；　to　strive；　to　endure；　to　find！　Was　that　what　they　meant？　They　might　make　her　thoughtful　of　the　vast　earth；　and　its　endless　age；　and　its　staggering　mystery。　But　what　more！
  The　storm　that　had　threatened　blackened　the　sky；　and　gray　scudding　clouds　buried　the　canyon　rims；　and　long　veils　of　rain　and　sleet　began　to　descend。　The　wind　roared　through　the　pines；　drowning　the　roar　of　the　brook。　Quite　suddenly　the　air　grew　piercingly　cold。　Carley　had　forgotten　her　gloves；　and　her　pockets　had　not　been　constructed　to　protect　hands。　Glenn　drew　her　into　a　sheltered　nook　where　a　rock　jutted　out　from　overhead　and　a　thicket　of　young　pines　helped　break　the　onslaught　of　the　wind。　There　Carley　sat　on　a　cold　rock；　huddled　up　close　to　Glenn；　and　wearing　to　a　state　she　knew　would　be　misery。　Glenn　not　only　seemed　content；　he　was　happy。　〃This　is　great；〃　he　said。　His　coat　was　open；　his　hands　uncovered；　and　he　watched　the　storm　and　listened　with　manifest　delight。　Carley　hated　to　betray　what　a　weakling　she　was；　so　she　resigned　herself　to　her　fate；　and　imagined　she　felt　her　fingers　numbing　into　ice；　and　her　sensitive　nose　slowly　and　painfully　freezing。
  The　storm　passed；　however；　before　Carley　sank　into　abject　and　open　wretchedness。　She　managed　to　keep　pace　with　Glenn　until　exercise　warmed　her　blood。　At　every　little　ascent　in　the　trail　she　found　herself　laboring　to　get　her　breath。　There　was　assuredly　evidence　of　abundance　of　air　in　this　canyon；　but　somehow　she　could　not　get　enough　of　it。　Glenn　detected　this　and　said　it　was　owing　to　the　altitude。　When　they　reached　the　cabin　Carley　was　wet；　stiff；　cold；　exhausted。　How　welcome　the　shelter；　the　open　fireplace！　Seeing　the　cabin　in　new　light；　Carley　had　the　grace　to　acknowledge　to　herself　that；　after　all；　it　was　not　so　bad。
  〃Now　for　a　good　fire　and　then　dinner；〃　announced　Glenn；　with　the　air　of　one　who　knew　his　ground。
  〃Can　I　help？〃　queried　Carley。
  〃Not　today。　I　do　not　want　you　to　spring　any　domestic　science　on　me　now。〃　Carley　was　not　averse　to　withholding　her　ignorance。　She　watched　Glenn　with　surpassing　curiosity　and　interest。　First　he　threw　a　quantity　of　wood　upon　the　smoldering　fire。
  〃I　have　ham　and　mutton　of　my　own　raising；〃　announced　Glenn；　with　importance。　〃Which　would　you　prefer？〃
  〃Of　your　own　raising。　What　do　you　mean？〃　queried　Carley。
  〃My　dear；　you've　been　so　steeped　in　the　fog　of　the　crowd　that　you　are　blind　to　the　homely　and　necessary　things　of　living。　I　mean　I　have　here　meat　of　both　sheep　and　hog　that　I　raised　myself。　That　is　to　say；　mutton　and　ham。　Which　do　you　like？〃
  〃Ham！〃　cried　Carley；　incredulously。
  Without　more　ado　Glenn　settled　to　brisk　action；　every　move　of　which　Carley　watched　with　keen　eyes。　The　usurping　of　a　woman's　province　by　a　man　was　always　an　amusing　thing。　But　for　Glenn　Kilbournewhat　more　would　it　be？　He　evidently　knew　what　he　wanted；　for　every　movement　was　quick；　decisive。　One　after　another　he　placed　bags；　cans；　sacks；　pans；　utensils　on　the　table。　Then　he　kicked　at　the　roaring　fire；　settling　some　of　the　sticks。　He　strode　outside　to　return　with　a　bucket　of　water；　a　basin；　towel；　and　soap。　Then　he　took　down　two　queer　little　iron　pots　with　heavy　lids。　To　each　pot　was　attached　a　wire　handle。　He　removed　the　lids；　then　set　both　the　pots　right　on　the　fire　or　in　it。　Pouring　water　into　the　basin；　he　proceeded　to　wash　his　hands。　Next　he　took　a　large　pail；　and　from　a　sack　he　filled　it　half　full　of　flour。　To　this　he　added　baking　powder　and　salt。　It　was　instructive　for　Carley　to　see　him　run　his　skillful　fingers　all　through　that　flour；　as　if　searching　for　lumps。　After　this　he　knelt　before　the　fire　and；　lifting　off　one　of　the　iron　pots　with　a　forked　stick；　he　proceeded　to　wipe　out　the　inside　of　the　pot　and　grease　it　with　a　piece　of　fat。　His　next　move　was　to　rake　out　a　pile　of　the　red　coals；　a　feat　he　performed　with　the　stick；　and　upon　these　he　placed　the　pot。　Also　he　removed　the　other　pot　from　the　fire；　leaving　it；　however；　quite　close。
  〃Well；　all　eyes？〃　he　bantered；　suddenly　staring　at　her。　〃Didn't　I　say　I'd　surprise　you？〃
  〃Don't　mind　me。　This　is　about　the　happiest　and　most　bewildered　momentof　my　life；〃　replied　Carley。
  Returning　to　the　table；　Glenn　dug　at　something　in　a　large　red　can。　He　paused　a　moment　to　eye　Carley。
  〃Girl；　do　you　know　how　to　make　biscuits？〃　he　queried。
  〃I　might　have　known　in　my　school　days；　but　I've　forgotten；〃　she　replied。
  〃Can　you　make　apple　pie？〃　he　demanded；　imperiously。
  〃No；〃　rejoined　Carley。
  〃How　do　you　expect　to　please　your　husband？〃
  〃Whyby　marrying　him；　I　suppose；〃　answered　Carley；　as　if　weighing　a　problem。
  〃That　has　been　the　universal　feminine　point　of　view　for　a　good　many　years；〃　replied　Glenn；　flourishing　a　flour…whitened　hand。　〃But　it　never　served　the　women　of　the　Revolution　or　the　pioneers。　And　they　were　the　builders　of　the　nation。　It　will　never　serve　the　wives　of　the　future；　if　we　are　to　survive。〃
  〃Glenn；　you　rave！〃　ejaculated　Carley；　not　knowing　whether　to　laugh　or　be　grave。　〃You　were　talking　of　humble　housewifely　things。〃
  〃Precisely。　The　humble　things　that　were　the　foundation　of　the　great　nation　of　Americans。　I　meant　work　and　children。〃
  Carley　could　only　stare　at　him。　The　look　he　flashed　at　her；　the　sudden　intensity　and　passion　of　his　ringing　words；　were　as　if　he　gave　her　a　glimpse　into　the　very　depths　of　him。　He　might　have　begun　in　fun；　but　he　had　finished　otherwise。　She　felt　that　she　really　did　not　know　this　man。　Had　he　arraigned　her　in　judgment？　A　flush；　seemingly　hot　and　cold；　passed　over　her。　Then　it　relieved　her　to　see　that　he　had　returned　to　his　task。
  He　mixed　the　shortening　with　the　flour；　and；　adding　water；　he　began　a　thorough　kneading。　When　the　consistency　of　the　mixture　appeared　to　satisfy　him　he　took　a　handful　of　it；　rolled　it　into　a　ball；　patted　and　flattened　it　into　a　biscuit；　and　dropped　it　into　the　oven　he　had　set　aside　on　the　hot　coals。　Swiftly　he　shaped　eight　or　ten　other　biscuits　and　dropped　them　as　the　first。　Then　he　put　the　heavy　iron　lid　on　the　pot；　and　with　a　rude　shovel；　improvised　from　a　flattened　tin　can；　he　shoveled　red　coals　out　of　the　fire；　and　covered　the　lid　with　them。　His　next　move　was　to　pare　and　slice　potatoes；　placing　these　aside　in　a　pan。　A　small　black　coffee…pot　half　full　of　water；　was　set　on　a　glowing　part　of　the　fire。　Then　he　brought　into　use　a　huge；　heavy　knife；　a　murderous…looking　implement　it　appeared　to　Carley；　with　which　he　cut　slices　of　ham。　These　he　dropped　into　the　second　pot；　which　he　left　uncovered。　Next　he　removed　the　flour　sack　and　other　inpedimenta　from　the　table；　and　proceeded　to　set　places　for　twoblue…enamel　plate　and　cup；　with　plain；　substantial…looking　knives；　forks；　and　spoo