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Updated: July 25, 2025
Far away to the south, heaps of hazy blue and purple slept in the sunshine; Dick had told her those were the Highwoods. And away to the west, a jagged line of blue-white glimmered and stood upon tip-toes to touch the swimming clouds touched them and pushed above proudly; those were the Rockies.
A vast sun-burned waste of buffalo-grass, prickly pears, and sagebrush stretched before us to the north and east; and on the west the filmy blue contour of the Highwoods Mountains lifted like sun-smitten thunder clouds in the July swelter. One squinting far look, however, told you that these were not rain clouds.
He hoped the Old Man would not send him on that long trip with them south of the Highwoods which is what he was on his way to find out about. What Happy Jack was hoping for, was to have the Old Man as represented by Chip send one of the boys back with him to bring over what Flying U cattle had been gathered, together with Happy's bed and string of horses.
Every root and weed which grows in every field; every dead leaf which falls in the highwoods of many a parish, from the Grange and Woodmancote round to Farleigh and Preston, and so to Brighton and the Alresford downs; ay, every atom of manure which the farmers put on the land foul enough then, but pure enough before it touches me each of these, giving off a tiny atom of what men call carbonic acid, melts a tiny grain of chalk, and helps to send it down through the solid hill by one of the million pores and veins which at once feed and burden my springs.
The Bear Paws stood behind her; nearer they were so near they lost the glamour of mysterious blue shadows, and became merely a sprawling group of huge, pine-covered hills, with ranches dotted here and there in sheltered places, with squares of fresh, dark green that spoke of growing crops. Ten days, and the metropolitan East had faded and become as hazy and vague as the Highwoods.
I should have hated the place then, I think. But I should like " Her voice trailed off dreamily, her eyes on the hazy Highwoods. Sir Redmond watched her, his eyes a-shine; Beatrice in this mood was something to worship. He was almost afraid to speak, for fear she would snuff out the tiny flame of hope which her half-finished sentence had kindled. He leaned forward, his face eager.
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