ear and ragged； and they rustled in the breeze。 Small gray sheath…barked trees with clumpy foliage and snags of dead branches； Glenn called cedars； and； grotesque as these were； Carley rather liked them。 They were approachable； not majestic and lofty like the pines； and they smelled sweetly wild； and best of all they afforded some protection from the bitter wind。 Carley rested better than she walked。 The huge sections of red rock that had tumbled from above also interested Carley； especially when the sun happened to come out for a few moments and brought out their color。 She enjoyed walking on the fallen pines； with Glenn below； keeping pace with her and holding her hand。 Carley looked in vain for flowers and birds。 The only living things she saw were rainbow trout that Glenn pointed out to her in the beautiful clear pools。 The way the great gray bowlders trooped down to the brook as if they were cattle going to drink； the dark caverns under the shelving cliffs； where the water murmured with such hollow mockery； the low spear…pointed gray plants； resembling century plants； and which Glenn called mescal cactus； each with its single straight dead stalk standing on high with fluted head； the narrow gorges； perpendicularly walled in red； where the constricted brook plunged in amber and white cascades over fall after fall； tumbling； rushing； singing its water melodythese all held singular appeal for Carley as aspects of the wild land； fascinating for the moment； symbolic of the lonely red man and his forbears； and by their raw contrast making more necessary and desirable and elevating the comforts and conventions of civilization。 The cave man theory interested Carley only as mythology。
Lonelier； wilder； grander grew Glenn's canyon。 Carley was finally forced to shift her attention from the intimate objects of the canyon floor to the aloof and unattainable heights。 Singular to feel the difference！ That which she could see close at hand； touch if she willed； seemed to； become part of her knowledge； could be observed and so possessed and passed by。 But the gold…red ramparts against the sky； the crannied cliffs； the crags of the eagles； the lofty； distant blank walls； where the winds of the gods had written their warsthese haunted because they could never be possessed。 Carley had often gazed at the Alps as at celebrated pictures。 She admired； she appreciatedthen she forgot。 But the canyon heights did not affect her that way。 They vaguely dissatisfied； and as she could not be sure of what they dissatisfied； she had to conclude that it was in herself。 To see； to watch； to dream； to seek； to strive； to endure； to find！ Was that what they meant？ They might make her thoughtful of the vast earth； and its endless age； and its staggering mystery。 But what more！
The storm that had threatened blackened the sky； and gray scudding clouds buried the canyon rims； and long veils of rain and sleet began to descend。 The wind roared through the pines； drowning the roar of the brook。 Quite suddenly the air grew piercingly cold。 Carley had forgotten her gloves； and her pockets had not been constructed to protect hands。 Glenn drew her into a sheltered nook where a rock jutted out from overhead and a thicket of young pines helped break the onslaught of the wind。 There Carley sat on a cold rock； huddled up close to Glenn； and wearing to a state she knew would be misery。 Glenn not only seemed content； he was happy。 〃This is great；〃 he said。 His coat was open； his hands uncovered； and he watched the storm and listened with manifest delight。 Carley hated to betray what a weakling she was； so she resigned herself to her fate； and imagined she felt her fingers numbing into ice； and her sensitive nose slowly and painfully freezing。
The storm passed； however； before Carley sank into abject and open wretchedness。 She managed to keep pace with Glenn until exercise warmed her blood。 At every little ascent in the trail she found herself laboring to get her breath。 There was assuredly evidence of abundance of air in this canyon； but somehow she could not get enough of it。 Glenn detected this and said it was owing to the altitude。 When they reached the cabin Carley was wet； stiff； cold； exhausted。 How welcome the shelter； the open fireplace！ Seeing the cabin in new light； Carley had the grace to acknowledge to herself that； after all； it was not so bad。
〃Now for a good fire and then dinner；〃 announced Glenn； with the air of one who knew his ground。
〃Can I help？〃 queried Carley。
〃Not today。 I do not want you to spring any domestic science on me now。〃 Carley was not averse to withholding her ignorance。 She watched Glenn with surpassing curiosity and interest。 First he threw a quantity of wood upon the smoldering fire。
〃I have ham and mutton of my own raising；〃 announced Glenn； with importance。 〃Which would you prefer？〃
〃Of your own raising。 What do you mean？〃 queried Carley。
〃My dear； you've been so steeped in the fog of the crowd that you are blind to the homely and necessary things of living。 I mean I have here meat of both sheep and hog that I raised myself。 That is to say； mutton and ham。 Which do you like？〃
〃Ham！〃 cried Carley； incredulously。
Without more ado Glenn settled to brisk action； every move of which Carley watched with keen eyes。 The usurping of a woman's province by a man was always an amusing thing。 But for Glenn Kilbournewhat more would it be？ He evidently knew what he wanted； for every movement was quick； decisive。 One after another he placed bags； cans； sacks； pans； utensils on the table。 Then he kicked at the roaring fire； settling some of the sticks。 He strode outside to return with a bucket of water； a basin； towel； and soap。 Then he took down two queer little iron pots with heavy lids。 To each pot was attached a wire handle。 He removed the lids； then set both the pots right on the fire or in it。 Pouring water into the basin； he proceeded to wash his hands。 Next he took a large pail； and from a sack he filled it half full of flour。 To this he added baking powder and salt。 It was instructive for Carley to see him run his skillful fingers all through that flour； as if searching for lumps。 After this he knelt before the fire and； lifting off one of the iron pots with a forked stick； he proceeded to wipe out the inside of the pot and grease it with a piece of fat。 His next move was to rake out a pile of the red coals； a feat he performed with the stick； and upon these he placed the pot。 Also he removed the other pot from the fire； leaving it； however； quite close。
〃Well； all eyes？〃 he bantered； suddenly staring at her。 〃Didn't I say I'd surprise you？〃
〃Don't mind me。 This is about the happiest and most bewildered momentof my life；〃 replied Carley。
Returning to the table； Glenn dug at something in a large red can。 He paused a moment to eye Carley。
〃Girl； do you know how to make biscuits？〃 he queried。
〃I might have known in my school days； but I've forgotten；〃 she replied。
〃Can you make apple pie？〃 he demanded； imperiously。
〃No；〃 rejoined Carley。
〃How do you expect to please your husband？〃
〃Whyby marrying him； I suppose；〃 answered Carley； as if weighing a problem。
〃That has been the universal feminine point of view for a good many years；〃 replied Glenn； flourishing a flour…whitened hand。 〃But it never served the women of the Revolution or the pioneers。 And they were the builders of the nation。 It will never serve the wives of the future； if we are to survive。〃
〃Glenn； you rave！〃 ejaculated Carley； not knowing whether to laugh or be grave。 〃You were talking of humble housewifely things。〃
〃Precisely。 The humble things that were the foundation of the great nation of Americans。 I meant work and children。〃
Carley could only stare at him。 The look he flashed at her； the sudden intensity and passion of his ringing words； were as if he gave her a glimpse into the very depths of him。 He might have begun in fun； but he had finished otherwise。 She felt that she really did not know this man。 Had he arraigned her in judgment？ A flush； seemingly hot and cold； passed over her。 Then it relieved her to see that he had returned to his task。
He mixed the shortening with the flour； and； adding water； he began a thorough kneading。 When the consistency of the mixture appeared to satisfy him he took a handful of it； rolled it into a ball； patted and flattened it into a biscuit； and dropped it into the oven he had set aside on the hot coals。 Swiftly he shaped eight or ten other biscuits and dropped them as the first。 Then he put the heavy iron lid on the pot； and with a rude shovel； improvised from a flattened tin can； he shoveled red coals out of the fire； and covered the lid with them。 His next move was to pare and slice potatoes； placing these aside in a pan。 A small black coffee…pot half full of water； was set on a glowing part of the fire。 Then he brought into use a huge； heavy knife； a murderous…looking implement it appeared to Carley； with which he cut slices of ham。 These he dropped into the second pot； which he left uncovered。 Next he removed the flour sack and other inpedimenta from the table； and proceeded to set places for twoblue…enamel plate and cup； with plain； substantial…looking knives； forks； and spoons。 He went outside； to return presently carrying a small crock of butter。 Evidently he had kept the butter in or near the spring。 It looked dewy and cold and hard。 After that he peeped under the lid of the pot which contained the biscuits。 The other pot was sizzling and smoking； giving forth a delicious savory odor that affected Carley most agreeably。 The coffee…pot had begun to steam。 With a long fork Glenn turned the slices of ham and stood a moment watching them。 Next he placed cans of three sizes upon the table； and these Carley conjectured contained sugar； salt； and pepper。 Carley might not have been present； for all the attention he paid to her。 Again he peeped at the biscuits。 At the edge of the hot embers he placed a tin plate； upon which he carefully deposited the slices of ham。 Carley had not needed sight of them to know she was hungry； they made her simply ravenous。 That done； he poured the pan of sliced potatoes into the pot。 Carley judged the heat of that pot to be extreme。 Next he removed the l