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.Its fountainhead must have been a great well rushing up throughthe cold stone.Helen and Bo lay flat on a mossy bank, seeing their faces as they bent over,and they sipped a mouthful, by Dale's advice, and because they were so hot andparched and burning they wanted to tarry a moment with a precious opportunity.The water was so cold that it sent a shock over Helen, made her teeth ache,and a singular, revivifying current steal all through her, wonderful in itscool absorption of that dry heat of flesh, irresistible in its appeal tothirst.Helen raised her head to look at this water.It was colorless as shehad found it tasteless."Nell--drink!" panted Bo."Think of our-old spring--in the orchard--full ofpollywogs!"And then Helen drank thirstily, with closed eyes, while a memory of homestirred from Bo's gift of poignant speech.THE, first camp duty Dale performed was to throw a pack off one of thehorses, and, opening it, he took out tarpaulin and blankets, which he arrangedon the ground under a pine-tree."You girls rest," he said, briefly."Can't we help?" asked Helen, though she could scarcely stand."You'll be welcome to do all you like after you're broke in.""Broke in!" ejaculated Bo, with a little laugh."I'm all brokeup now.""Bo, it looks as if Mr.Dale expects us to have quite a stay with him in thewoods.""It does," replied Bo, as slowly she sat down upon the blankets, stretchedout with a long sigh, and laid her head on a saddle."Nell, didn't he say notto call him Mister?"Page 48 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlDale was throwing the packs off the other horses.Helen lay down beside Bo,and then for once in her life she experienced the sweetness of rest."Well, sister, what do you intend to call him?" queried Helen, curiously."Milt, of course," replied Bo.Helen had to laugh despite her weariness and aches."I suppose, then, when your Las Vegas cowboy comes along you will call himwhat he called you."Bo blushed, which was a rather unusual thing for her."I will if I like," she retorted."Nell, ever since I could remember you'veraved about the West.Now you're out West, right in it good and deep.So wakeup!" That was Bo's blunt and characteristic way of advising the elimination ofHelen's superficialities.It sank deep.Helen had no retort.Her ambition, asfar as the West was concerned, had most assuredly not been for such a wild,unheard-of jaunt as this.But possibly the West--a living from day to day--wasone succession of adventures, trials, tests, troubles, and achievements.Tomake a place for others to live comfortably some day! That might be Bo'smeaning, embodied in her forceful hint.But Helen was too tired to think itout then.She found it interesting and vaguely pleasant to watch Dale.He hobbled the horses and turned them loose.Then with ax in hand heapproached a short, dead tree, standing among a few white-barked aspens.Daleappeared to advantage swinging the ax.With his coat off, displaying his wideshoulders, straight back, and long, powerful arms, he looked a young giant.Hewas lithe and supple, brawny but not bulky.The ax rang on the hard wood,reverberating through the forest.A few strokes sufficed to bring down thestub.Then he split it up.Helen was curious to see how he kindled a fire.First he ripped splinters out of the heart of the log, and laid them withcoarser pieces on the ground.Then from a saddlebag which hung on a near-bybranch he took flint and steel and a piece of what Helen supposed was rag orbuckskin, upon which powder had been rubbed.At any rate, the first strike ofthe steel brought sparks, a blaze, and burning splinters.Instantly the flameleaped a foot high.He put on larger pieces of wood crosswise, and the fireroared.That done, he stood erect, and, facing the north, he listened.Helenremembered now that she had seen him do the same thing twice before since thearrival at Big Spring.It was Roy for whom he was listening and watching.Thesun had set and across the open space the tips of the pines were losing theirbrightness.The camp utensils, which the hunter emptied out of a sack, gave forth ajangle of iron and tin.Next he unrolled a large pack, the contents of whichappeared to be numerous sacks of all sizes.These evidently contained foodsupplies.The bucket looked as if a horse had rolled over it, pack and all.Dale filled it at the spring [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.Its fountainhead must have been a great well rushing up throughthe cold stone.Helen and Bo lay flat on a mossy bank, seeing their faces as they bent over,and they sipped a mouthful, by Dale's advice, and because they were so hot andparched and burning they wanted to tarry a moment with a precious opportunity.The water was so cold that it sent a shock over Helen, made her teeth ache,and a singular, revivifying current steal all through her, wonderful in itscool absorption of that dry heat of flesh, irresistible in its appeal tothirst.Helen raised her head to look at this water.It was colorless as shehad found it tasteless."Nell--drink!" panted Bo."Think of our-old spring--in the orchard--full ofpollywogs!"And then Helen drank thirstily, with closed eyes, while a memory of homestirred from Bo's gift of poignant speech.THE, first camp duty Dale performed was to throw a pack off one of thehorses, and, opening it, he took out tarpaulin and blankets, which he arrangedon the ground under a pine-tree."You girls rest," he said, briefly."Can't we help?" asked Helen, though she could scarcely stand."You'll be welcome to do all you like after you're broke in.""Broke in!" ejaculated Bo, with a little laugh."I'm all brokeup now.""Bo, it looks as if Mr.Dale expects us to have quite a stay with him in thewoods.""It does," replied Bo, as slowly she sat down upon the blankets, stretchedout with a long sigh, and laid her head on a saddle."Nell, didn't he say notto call him Mister?"Page 48 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlDale was throwing the packs off the other horses.Helen lay down beside Bo,and then for once in her life she experienced the sweetness of rest."Well, sister, what do you intend to call him?" queried Helen, curiously."Milt, of course," replied Bo.Helen had to laugh despite her weariness and aches."I suppose, then, when your Las Vegas cowboy comes along you will call himwhat he called you."Bo blushed, which was a rather unusual thing for her."I will if I like," she retorted."Nell, ever since I could remember you'veraved about the West.Now you're out West, right in it good and deep.So wakeup!" That was Bo's blunt and characteristic way of advising the elimination ofHelen's superficialities.It sank deep.Helen had no retort.Her ambition, asfar as the West was concerned, had most assuredly not been for such a wild,unheard-of jaunt as this.But possibly the West--a living from day to day--wasone succession of adventures, trials, tests, troubles, and achievements.Tomake a place for others to live comfortably some day! That might be Bo'smeaning, embodied in her forceful hint.But Helen was too tired to think itout then.She found it interesting and vaguely pleasant to watch Dale.He hobbled the horses and turned them loose.Then with ax in hand heapproached a short, dead tree, standing among a few white-barked aspens.Daleappeared to advantage swinging the ax.With his coat off, displaying his wideshoulders, straight back, and long, powerful arms, he looked a young giant.Hewas lithe and supple, brawny but not bulky.The ax rang on the hard wood,reverberating through the forest.A few strokes sufficed to bring down thestub.Then he split it up.Helen was curious to see how he kindled a fire.First he ripped splinters out of the heart of the log, and laid them withcoarser pieces on the ground.Then from a saddlebag which hung on a near-bybranch he took flint and steel and a piece of what Helen supposed was rag orbuckskin, upon which powder had been rubbed.At any rate, the first strike ofthe steel brought sparks, a blaze, and burning splinters.Instantly the flameleaped a foot high.He put on larger pieces of wood crosswise, and the fireroared.That done, he stood erect, and, facing the north, he listened.Helenremembered now that she had seen him do the same thing twice before since thearrival at Big Spring.It was Roy for whom he was listening and watching.Thesun had set and across the open space the tips of the pines were losing theirbrightness.The camp utensils, which the hunter emptied out of a sack, gave forth ajangle of iron and tin.Next he unrolled a large pack, the contents of whichappeared to be numerous sacks of all sizes.These evidently contained foodsupplies.The bucket looked as if a horse had rolled over it, pack and all.Dale filled it at the spring [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]