wandered in the fore； often turning； often trotting back； open…mouthed and solemn…eyed and happy。 Venters lifted his gaze to the grand archway over the entrance to the valley； and Bess lifted hers to follow his； and both were silent。 Sometimes the bridge held their attention for a long time。 To…day a soaring eagle attracted them。
〃How he sails！〃 exclaimed Bess。 〃I wonder where his mate is？〃
〃She's at the nest。 It's on the bridge in a crack near the top。〃
〃I see her often。 She s almost white。〃
They wandered on down the terrace； into the shady； sun…flecked forest。 A brown bird fluttered crying from a bush。 Bess peeped into the leaves。 〃Look！ A nest and four little birds。 They're not afraid of us。 See how they open their mouths。 They're hungry。〃
Rabbits rustled the dead brush and pattered away。 The forest was full of a drowsy hum of insects。 Little darts of purple； that were running quail； crossed the glades。 And a plaintive； sweet peeping came from the coverts。 Bess's soft step disturbed a sleeping lizard that scampered away over the leaves。 She gave chase and caught it； a slim creature of nameless color but of exquisite beauty。
〃Jewel eyes；〃 she said。 〃It's like a rabbitafraid。 We won't eat you。 Therego。〃
Murmuring water drew their steps down into a shallow shaded ravine where a brown brook brawled softly over mossy stones。 Multitudes of strange； gray frogs with white spots and black eyes lined the rocky bank and leaped only at close approach。 Then Venters's eye descried a very thin； very long green snake coiled round a sapling。 They drew closer and closer till they could have touched it。 The snake had no fear and watched them with scintillating eyes。
〃It's pretty；〃 said Bess。 〃How tame！ I thought snakes always ran。〃
〃No。 Even the rabbits didn't run here till the dogs chased them。〃
On and on they wandered to the wild jumble of massed and broken fragments of cliff at the west end of the valley。 The roar of the disappearing stream dinned in their ears。 Into this maze of rocks they threaded a tortuous way； climbing； descending； halting to gather wild plums and great lavender lilies； and going on at the will of fancy。 Idle and keen perceptions guided them equally。
〃Oh； let us climb there！〃 cried Bess； pointing upward to a small space of terrace left green and shady between huge abutments of broken cliff。 And they climbed to the nook and rested and looked out across the valley to the curling column of blue smoke from their campfire。 But the cool shade and the rich grass and the fine view were not what they had climbed for。 They could not have told； although whatever had drawn them was well…satisfying。 Light； sure…footed as a mountain goat； Bess pattered down at Venters's heels； and they went on； calling the dogs； eyes dreamy and wide； listening to the wind and the bees and the crickets and the birds。
Part of the time Ring and Whitie led the way； then Venters； then Bess； and the direction was not an object。 They left the sun…streaked shade of the oaks； brushed the long grass of the meadows； entered the green and fragrant swaying willows； to stop； at length； under the huge old cottonwoods where the beavers were busy。
Here they rested and watched。 A dam of brush and logs and mud and stones backed the stream into a little lake。 The round； rough beaver houses projected from the water。 Like the rabbits； the beavers had become shy。 Gradually； however； as Venters and Bess knelt low； holding the dogs； the beavers emerged to swim with logs and gnaw at cottonwoods and pat mud walls with their paddle…like tails； and； glossy and shiny in the sun； to go on with their strange； persistent industry。 They were the builders。 The lake was a mud…hole； and the immediate environment a scarred and dead region； but it was a wonderful home of wonderful animals。
〃Look at that onehe puddles in the mud；〃 said Bess。 〃And there！ See him dive！ Hear them gnawing！ I'd think they'd break their teeth。 How's it they can stay out of the water and under the water？〃
And she laughed。
Then Venters and Bess wandered farther； and； perhaps not all unconsciously this time； wended their slow steps to the cave of the cliff…dwellers； where she liked best to go。
The tangled thicket and the long slant of dust and little chips of weathered rock and the steep bench of stone and the worn steps all were arduous work for Bess in the climbing。 But she gained the shelf； gasping； hot of cheek； glad of eye； with her hand in Venters's。 Here they rested。 The beautiful valley glittered below with its millions of wind…turned leaves bright…faced in the sun； and the mighty bridge towered heavenward； crowned with blue sky。 Bess； however； never rested for long。 Soon she was exploring； and Venters followed； she dragged forth from corners and shelves a multitude of crudely fashioned and painted pieces of pottery； and he carried them。 They peeped down into the dark holes of the kivas； and Bess gleefully dropped a stone and waited for the long…coming hollow sound to rise。 They peeped into the little globular houses； like mud…wasp nests； and wondered if these had been store…places for grain； or baby cribs； or what； and they crawled into the larger houses and laughed when they bumped their heads on the low roofs； and they dug in the dust of the floors。 And they brought from dust and darkness armloads of treasure which they carried to the light。 Flints and stones and strange curved sticks and pottery they found； and twisted grass rope that crumbled in their hands； and bits of whitish stone which crushed to powder at a touch and seemed to vanish in the air。
〃That white stuff was bone；〃 said Venters； slowly。 〃Bones of a cliff…dweller。〃
〃No！〃 exclaimed Bess。
〃Here's another piece。 Look！。。。Whew！ dry； powdery smoke！ That's bone。〃
Then it was that Venters's primitive； childlike mood； like a savage's； seeing； yet unthinking； gave way to the encroachment of civilized thought。 The world had not been made for a single day's play or fancy or idle watching。 The world was old。 Nowhere could be gotten a better idea of its age than in this gigantic silent tomb。 The gray ashes in Venters's hand had once been bone of a human being like himself。 The pale gloom of the cave had shadowed people long ago。 He saw that Bess had received the same shockcould not in moments such as this escape her feeling living； thinking destiny。
〃Bern； people have lived here；〃 she said； with wide； thoughtful eyes。
〃Yes；〃 he replied。
〃How long ago？〃
〃A thousand years and more。〃
〃What were they？〃
〃Cliff…dwellers。 Men who had enemies and made their homes high out of reach。〃
〃They had to fight？〃
〃Yes。〃
〃They fought forwhat？〃
〃Tor life。 For their homes； food； children； parentsfor their women！〃
〃Has the world changed any in a thousand years？〃
〃I don't knowperhaps a little。〃
〃Have men？〃
〃I hope soI think so。〃
〃Things crowd into my mind；〃 she went on； and the wistful light in her eyes told Venters the truth of her thoughts。 〃I've ridden the border of Utah。 I've seen peopleknow how they livebut they must be few of all who are living。 I had my books and I studied them。 But all that doesn't help me any more。 I want to go out into the big world and see it。 Yet I want to stay here more。 What's to become of us？ Are we cliff…dwellers？ We're alone here。 I'm happy when I don't think。 Thesethese bones that fly into dustthey make me sick and a little afraid。 Did the people who lived here once have the same feelings as we have？ What was the good of their living at all？ They're gone！ What's the meaning of it allof us？〃
〃Bess； you ask more than I can tell。 It's beyond me。 Only there was laughter here onceand now there's silence。 There was lifeand now there's death。 Men cut these little steps； made these arrow…heads and mealing…stones； plaited the ropes we found； and left their bones to crumble in our fingers。 As far as time is concerned it might all have been yesterday。 We're here to…day。 Maybe we're higher in the scale of human beingsin intelligence。 But who knows？ We can't be any higher in the things for which life is lived at all。〃
〃What are they？〃
〃WhyI suppose relationship； friendshiplove。〃
〃Love！〃
〃Yes。 Love of man for womanlove of woman for man。 That's the nature； the meaning； the best of life itself。〃
She said no more。 Wistfulness of glance deepened into sadness。
〃Come； let us go；〃 said Venters。
Action brightened her。 Beside him； holding his hand she slipped down the shelf； ran down the long； steep slant of sliding stones； out of the cloud of dust； and likewise out of the pale gloom。
〃We beat the slide；〃 she cried。
The miniature avalanche cracked and roared； and rattled itself into an inert mass at the base of the incline。 Yellow dust like the gloom of the cave； but not so changeless； drifted away on the wind； the roar clapped in echo from the cliff； returned； went back； and came again to die in the hollowness。 Down on the sunny terrace there was a different atmosphere。 Ring and Whitie leaped around Bess。 Once more she was smiling； gay； and thoughtless； with the dream…mood in the shadow of her eyes。
〃Bess； I haven't seen that since last summer。 Look！〃 said Venters； pointing to the scalloped edge of rolling purple clouds that peeped over the western wall。 〃We're in for a storm。〃
〃Oh； I hope not。 I'm afraid of storms。〃
〃Are you？ Why？〃
〃Have you ever been down in one of these walled…up pockets in a bad storm？〃
〃No； now I think of it； I haven't。〃
〃Well； it's terrible。 Every summer I get scared to death and hide somewhere in the dark。 Storms up on the sage are bad； but nothing to what they are down here in the canyons。 And in this little valleywhy； echoes can rap back and forth so quick they'll split our ears。〃
〃We're perfectly safe here； Bess。〃
〃I know。 But that hasn't anything to do with it。 The truth is I'm afraid of lightning and thunder； and thunder…claps hurt my head。 If we have a bad storm； will you stay close to me？〃
〃Yes。〃
When they got back to camp the afternoon was closing； and it was exceedingly sultry。 Not a breath of air stirred the aspen leaves； and when these did not quiver the air was indeed still。 The dark…purple clouds moved almost imperceptibly out of the west。
〃What have we for supper？〃 asked