She was a woman with white skin and a cultivated mind, but the
affinity for them existed in her. She felt it, and that an understanding of
it would be good for body and soul.
Another day she found a little grove of jack pines growing on a flat mesa-
like bluff, the highest point on her land. The trees were small and close
together, mingling their green needles overhead and their discarded brown
ones on the ground. From here Carley could see afar to all points of the
compass--the slow green descent to the south and the climb to the
black-timbered distance; the ridged and canyoned country to the west, red
vents choked with green and rimmed with gray; to the north the grand
upflung mountain kingdom crowned with snow; and to the east the vastness of
illimitable space, the openness and wildness, the chased and beaten mosaic
of colored sands and rocks.
Again and again she visited this lookout and came to love its isolation,
its command of wondrous prospects, its power of suggestion to her thoughts.
She became a creative being, in harmony with the live things around her.
The great life-dispensing sun poured its rays down upon her, as if to ripen
her; and the earth seemed warm, motherly, immense with its all-embracing
arms.
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