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She heard the ain

lulling, hollow and eager, tinkling over rocks, bellowing into the deep

pools, washing with silky seep of wind-saves the hanging s

Shrill and piercing and far-aloft pealed the screa bird while he mocked her with his

melody of many birds The bees hummed, the wind moaned, the leaves

rustled, the waterfall murmured Then came the sharp rare note of a

canyon swift, hts

A breath of fragrance seey canyon smells returned to her--of fresh-cut ti pots, of flowers and earth,

and of the wet stones, of the redolent pines and the pungent cedars

And suddenly, clearly, aht the

hard features, the bold eyes, the slight sotten him But he now returned And within her life He had appeared

merely a clout, a ruffian, an anience

But he was the embodiment of the raw, crude violence of the West He

was the eyes of the natural pri what he saw He had

seen in Carley Burch the paraded char man Haze Ruff had been neither vile nor base nor

unnatural It had been her subjection to the decadence of feminine dress