furnace-blackened

Updated: August 3, 2026

A startling picture it must have been, and one the cliffs above the San Christobal will hardly see again: the blue June sky arched overhead, unscarred by a single cloud-fleck, the yellow plain winding between the high picturesque cliffs, where silence broods all through the long hours of the sunny day; the pictured rocks with their furnace-blackened faces white outlined with the story of the dim beginnings of human strivings.

Margaret Hill McCarter - Vanguards of the Plains