Category: Adventure
Capped in snow, their flanks of felspar rock robed in glistening drifts, the Coronado Peaks swept to towering altitudes above the dark green of the forests. Keen, fresh, heady as wine, was the air in those high places, and each minute crevasse, each ridge, was etched clearly i...
Capped in snow, their flanks of felspar rock robed in glistening drifts, the Coronado Peaks swept to towering altitudes above the dark green of the forests. Keen, fresh, heady a...
2. CHAPTER IITwo veterans of the Cordilleran slopes could have borne witness to the changes that the coming of white men had wrought in a century. One was a great yellow pine whose growth-ri...
3. CHAPTER III“I’d have thought you just the spirit of the lake,” the young man continued whimsically, “except that I saw you come down through the forest. You must be the guardian of the who...
4. CHAPTER IVThe doctor had said that Mrs. Perry must go to the Rockies. She could not face another winter even in the Middle West. Her lungs were infected, and she needed altitude, ozone, s...
5. CHAPTER VDawn had never been spanked. Damon O’Neill had evaded that bitter duty. She had never even been beaten at anything she undertook, and was like a bull pup that has never lost a f...
6. CHAPTER VIAugust was hot and dazzling. Even in the mountains the sun at noonday was more than one could bear with unprotected skin. Yet the rays of light invigorated the very bones with t...
7. CHAPTER VIIIt was Garen Shepherd who stood at Piñon’s head, cap in hand, as Dawn released Damon from a kangaroo-like hug. Perhaps the Irish in her helped Dawn to recover from her surprise,...
8. CHAPTER VIIITragedy brooded over the mountain. The air was depressed, heavy with smoke lingering from the fire the night before. Still heavier was the atmosphere of the cabin on the Cascada...
9. CHAPTER IXJust above the forks of the Cascada lay a deep pool where rainbow trout hovered, darting from the shade to flash tantalizingly across the sunlit shallows. Sometimes they leaped...
10. CHAPTER XDamon had never mentioned to Dawn the incident of the poisoned bait. He understood his daughter too well. It would have been punishment to her. It had wounded him deeply that sh...
11. CHAPTER XIThe double-headed engine came snorting and puffing up the grade, pulling behind it the early express. Through the red canyons it wound and slowed to a stop for thirty seconds at...
12. CHAPTER XII“Yes, you bet I testified,” recounted Hinray, who stood before a mirror hung against a tree and combed his mustaches. “I seen it with my own eyes. ’Twas all the better that the...
13. CHAPTER XIII“Well, if I’m not going to school this winter I might as well be busy.” Dawn was pecking at the typewriter, copying botanical notes. Her school books were spread on the long bar...