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Climbing was arduous enough, yet the hardest and most perilous toil began when a wild steer was cornered. They roped the animals on moving slopes of weathered stone, and branded them on the edges of precipices. The days and weeks passed, how many no one counted or cared. The circle of the sun daily lowered over the south end of Coconina; and the black snow-clouds crept down the slopes.
He loved the dreamy, sleepy oasis with its mellow sunshine always at rest on the glistening walls; he loved the cedar-scented plateau where hope had dawned, and the wind-swept sand-strips, where hard out-of-door life and work had renewed his wasting youth; he loved the canyon winding away toward Coconina, opening into wide abyss; and always, more than all, he loved the Painted Desert, with its ever-changing pictures, printed in sweeping dust and bare peaks and purple haze.
Father gives these men the benefit of a doubt. We've got to stand by him. I know, George, your hand's begun to itch for your gun. So does mine. But we've orders to obey." Many gullies and canyons headed up on the slope of Coconina west of Silver Cup, and ran down to open wide on the flat desert. They contained plots of white sage and bunches of rich grass and cold springs.
Still the stock kept coming down from the mountain, driven to the valley by cold weather and snow-covered grass. It was well into November before the riders finished at Silver Cup, and then arose a question as to whether it would be advisable to go to Seeping Springs or to the canyons farther west along the slope of Coconina. George favored the former, but Dave overruled him.
But Chance and the rest of the gang won't be in till late. We've time to reach the Coconina Trail, if we hustle." "Any news of Snap?" "He rode out before sundown." Three more forms emerged from the gloom. "All right, boys. Go ahead, Dave, you lead."
He rested a few moments, gave Bolly sparingly of grain and water, and once more took to the trail. From the ridge below the spring he saw Silvermane beyond the valley, miles ahead of him. This day seemed shorter than the foregoing one; it passed while he watched Silvermane grow smaller and smaller and disappear on the looming slope of Coconina.
"We climbed out of the canyon up over Coconina, and so made the spring." Naab whistled in surprise and he flashed another keen glance over Hare and his horse. "Your story can wait. I know about what it is after you reached Silver Cup. Come in, come in, Dave will look out for the stallion." But Hare would allow no one else to attend to Silvermane.
She must have had a strain of wild blood. Once while I was hunting deer on Coconina she ran off with timber wolves and we thought she was killed. But she came back, and had a litter of three puppies. Two were white, the other black. I think she killed the black one. And she neglected the others. One died, and Mescal raised the other. We called him Wolf.
He shook hands with me again. "You may be sure I'll not lose sight of you. Of course you will be coming West next summer, after your term at college?" "Yes, sir, I want to if Dick " He smiled as I hesitated. That man read my mind like an open book. "Mr. Leslie goes to the Coconina Forest as head forest ranger. Mr. Williams goes as his assistant. And I have appointed Mr.
"Is that the Colorado I hear?" asked Hare. "No, that's Thunder River. The Colorado is farther down in the Grand Canyon." "Farther down! Mescal, I must have come a mile from the rim. Where are we?" "We are almost at the Colorado, and directly under the head of Coconina. We can see the mountain from the break in the valley below." "Come sit by me here under this tree.
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