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Updated: April 30, 2025
Instead, he sat stiffly erect a great portion of the time, driving with one eye cocked calculatingly upon the course of the sun, and his mind running far ahead of him, to the end of the day's route, when he would have to turn in at the cross-road that toiled up the grade to the wind-racked old Bolton place on the hill north of town.
The result was that they took a more winding, but a far safer course, and arrived before midmorning in the bottomlands. The first ranch house he applied to accepted him. And there he took up his work. It was the ordinary outfit the sun- and wind-racked shack for a house, the stumbling outlying barns and sheds, and the maze of corral fences.
Between the mountains he pictured the wind-racked cañon where Skagway grew from one tent to hundreds in a day, from hundreds to thousands in a week; he visioned for her the old days of romance, adventure, and death; he told her of Soapy Smith and his gang of outlaws, and side by side they stood over Soapy's sunken grave as the first somber shadows of the mountains grew upon them.
He flung up his head, but his heart failed him even while he made the boast. Silently, for a moment, they confronted each other. "Where are you bound for?" "I a " The Boy had a moment of wondering if he was expected to answer "Hell," and he hesitated. "Are you on your way up the river?" The frozen river and the wind-racked wood were as hospitable as the beautiful face of the brother.
Waves slapped against his boat, waves which did not conceal, but rather accentuated, the sullen and relentless rush of the vast body of the water. While the surface leaped and struggled, wind-racked, the deeps moved steadily on. Elijah saw that his boat was being driven into a river chute, and seizing his sweeps, he began to row toward a sandbar which promised shoal water and a landing.
Behind the house stretched a row of broken, wind-racked poplars, and down the hill slope to the left straggled the sheds and stables. The old man stopped his horses where the Ericsons' road branched across a dry sand creek that wound about the foot of the hill. "That's the old lady's place. Want I should drive in?" "No, thank you. I'll roll out here. Much obliged to you. Good night."
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