Mrs。Nathanmeyerrangforherownmaid。"Selmawilltakeyouupstairs，MissKronborg，andyouwillfindsomedressesonthebed。Tryseveralofthem，andtaketheoneyoulikebest。Selmawillhelpyou。Shehasagreatdealoftaste。Whenyouaredressed，comedownandletusgooversomeofyoursongswithMr。Ottenburg。"
AfterTheawentawaywiththemaid，OttenburgcameuptoMrs。Nathanmeyerandstoodbesideher，restinghishandonthehighbackofherchair。
"Well，GNADIGEFRAU，doyoulikeher？"
"Ithinkso。Ilikedherwhenshetalkedtofather。Shewillalwaysgetonbetterwithmen。"
Ottenburgleanedoverherchair。"Prophetess！DoyouseewhatImeant？"
"Aboutherbeauty？Shehasgreatpossibilities，butyoucannevertellaboutthoseNorthernwomen。Theylooksostrong，buttheyareeasilybattered。Thefacefallssoearlyunderthosewidecheek—bones。Asingleidea——hateor
greed，orevenlove——cantearthemtoshreds。Sheisnineteen？Well，intenyearsshemayhavequitearegalbeauty，orshemayhaveaheavy，discontentedface，alldugoutinchannels。Thatwilldependuponthekindofideassheliveswith。"
"Orthekindofpeople？"Ottenburgsuggested。
TheoldJewessfoldedherarmsoverhermassivechest，drewbackhershoulders，andlookedupattheyoungman。
"Withthathardglintinhereye？Thepeoplewon’tmat—
termuch，Ifancy。Theywillcomeandgo。Sheisverymuchinterestedinherself——assheshouldbe。"
Ottenburgfrowned。"Waituntilyouhearhersing。Hereyesaredifferentthen。Thatgleamthatcomesinthemiscurious，isn’tit？Asyousay，it’simpersonal。"
Theobjectofthisdiscussioncamein，smiling。Shehadchosenneitherthebluenortheyellowgown，butapalerose—color，withsilverbutterflies。Mrs。Nathanmeyerliftedherlorgnetteandstudiedherassheapproached。Shecaughtthecharacteristicthingsatonce：thefree，strongwalk，thecalmcarriageofthehead，themilkywhitenessofthegirl’sarmsandshoulders。
"Yes，thatcolorisgoodforyou，"shesaidapprovingly。
"Theyellowoneprobablykilledyourhair？Yes；thisdoesverywellindeed，soweneedthinknomoreaboutit。"
TheaglancedquestioninglyatOttenburg。Hesmiledandbowed，seemedperfectlysatisfied。Heaskedhertostandintheelbowofthepiano，infrontofhim，insteadofbehindhimasshehadbeentaughttodo。
"Yes，"saidthehostesswithfeeling。"Thatotherposi—
tionisbarbarous。"
Theasanganariafrom`Gioconda，’somesongsbySchu—
mannwhichshehadstudiedwithHarsanyi，andthe"TAK
FORDITROD，"whichOttenburgliked。
"Thatyoumustdoagain，"hedeclaredwhentheyfin—
ishedthissong。"Youdiditmuchbettertheotherday。
Youaccenteditmore，likeadanceoragalop。Howdidyoudoit？"
Thealaughed，glancingsidewiseatMrs。Nathanmeyer。
"Youwantitrough—house，doyou？Bowerslikesmetosingitmoreseriously，butitalwaysmakesmethinkaboutastorymygrandmotherusedtotell。"
Fredpointedtothechairbehindher。"Won’tyourestamomentandtellusaboutit？Ithoughtyouhadsomenotionaboutitwhenyoufirstsangitforme。"
Theasatdown。"InNorwaymygrandmotherknewagirlwhowasawfullyinlovewithayoungfellow。Shewentintoserviceonabigdairyfarmtomakeenoughmoneyforheroutfit。TheyweremarriedatChristmas—
time，andeverybodywasglad，becausethey’dbeensigh—
ingaroundabouteachotherforsolong。Thatverysum—
mer，thedaybeforeSt。John’sDay，herhusbandcaughthercarryingonwithanotherfarm—hand。Thenextnightallthefarmpeoplehadabonfireandabigdanceuponthemountain，andeverybodywasdancingandsinging。I
guesstheywereallalittledrunk，fortheygottoseeinghowneartheycouldmakethegirlsdancetotheedgeofthecliff。Ole——hewasthegirl’shusband——seemedthejolliestandthedrunkestofanybody。Hedancedhiswifenearerandnearertheedgeoftherock，andhiswifebegantoscreamsothattheothersstoppeddancingandthemusicstopped；butOlewentrightonsinging，andhedancedherovertheedgeofthecliffandtheyfellhundredsoffeetandwereallsmashedtopieces。"
Ottenburgturnedbacktothepiano。"That’stheidea！
Now，comeMissThea。Letitgo！"
Theatookherplace。Shelaughedanddrewherselfupoutofhercorsets，threwhershouldershighandletthemdropagain。Shehadneversunginalowdressbefore，andshefounditcomfortable。Ottenburgjerkedhisheadandtheybeganthesong。Theaccompanimentsoundedmorethaneverlikethethumpingandscrapingofheavyfeet。
Whentheystopped，theyheardasympathetictappingattheendoftheroom。OldMr。Nathanmeyerhadcometothedoorandwassittingbackintheshadow，justinsidethelibrary，applaudingwithhiscane。Theathrewhimabrightsmile。Hecontinuedtositthere，hisslipperedfootonalowchair，hiscanebetweenhisfingers，andsheglancedathimfromtimetotime。Thedoorwaymadeaframeforhim，andhelookedlikeamaninapicture，withthelong，shadowyroombehindhim。
Mrs。Nathanmeyersummonedthemaidagain。"Selmawillpackthatgowninaboxforyou，andyoucantakeithomeinMr。Ottenburg’scarriage。"
Theaturnedtofollowthemaid，buthesitated。"ShallIweargloves？"sheasked，turningagaintoMrs。Nathan—
meyer。
"No，Ithinknot。Yourarmsaregood，andyouwillfeelfreerwithout。Youwillneedlightslippers，pink——orwhite，ifyouhavethem，willdoquiteaswell。"
TheawentupstairswiththemaidandMrs。Nathan—
meyerrose，tookOttenburg’sarm，andwalkedtowardherhusband。"That’sthefirstrealvoiceIhaveheardinChicago，"shesaiddecidedly。"Idon’tcountthatstupidPriestwoman。Whatdoyousay，father？"
Mr。Nathanmeyershookhiswhiteheadandsmiledsoftly，asifhewerethinkingaboutsomethingveryagree—
able。"SVENSKSOMMAR，"hemurmured。"SheislikeaSwedishsummer。IspentnearlyayeartherewhenIwasayoungman，"heexplainedtoOttenburg。
WhenOttenburggotTheaandherbigboxintothecar—
riage，itoccurredtohimthatshemustbehungry，aftersingingsomuch。Whenheaskedher，sheadmittedthatshewasveryhungry，indeed。
Hetookouthiswatch。"Wouldyoumindstoppingsomewherewithme？It’sonlyeleven。"
"Mind？Ofcourse，Iwouldn’tmind。Iwasn’tbroughtuplikethat。Icantakecareofmyself。"
Ottenburglaughed。"AndIcantakecareofmyself，sowecandolotsofjollythingstogether。"Heopenedthecarriagedoorandspoketothedriver。"I’mstuckonthewayyousingthatGriegsong，"hedeclared。
WhenTheagotintobedthatnightshetoldherselfthatthiswasthehappiesteveningshehadhadinChicago。ShehadenjoyedtheNathanmeyersandtheirgrandhouse，hernewdress，andOttenburg，herfirstrealcarriageride，andthegoodsupperwhenshewassohungry。AndOttenburgWASjolly！Hemadeyouwanttocomebackathim。Youweren’talwaysbeingcaughtupandmystified。Whenyoustartedinwithhim，youwent；youcutthebreeze，asRayusedtosay。Hehadsomegoinhim。
PhilipFrederickOttenburgwasthethirdsonofthegreatbrewer。HismotherwasKatarinaFurst，thedaughterandheiressofabrewingbusinessolderandricherthanOttoOttenburg’s。Asayoungwomanshehadbeenacon—
spicuousfigureinGerman—AmericansocietyinNewYork，andnotuntouchedbyscandal。Shewasahandsome，head—
stronggirl，arebelliousandviolentforceinaprovincialsociety。Shewasbrutallysentimentalandheavilyro—
mantic。Herfreespeech，herContinentalideas，andherproclivityforchampioningnewcauses，evenwhenshedidnotknowmuchaboutthem，madeheranobjectofsuspicion。Shewasalwaysgoingabroadtoseekoutin—
tellectualaffinities，andwasoneofthegroupofyoungwomenwhofollowedWagneraboutinhisoldage，keep—
ingatarespectfuldistance，butreceivingnowandthenagraciousacknowledgmentthatheappreciatedtheirhomage。Whenthecomposerdied，Katarina，thenama—
tronwithafamily，tooktoherbedandsawnooneforaweek。
AfterhavingbeenengagedtoanAmericanactor，aWelshsocialistagitator，andaGermanarmyofficer，FrauleinFurstatlastplacedherselfandhergreatbrewery
interestsintothetrustworthyhandsofOttoOttenburg，whohadbeenhersuitoreversincehewasaclerk，learninghisbusinessinherfather’soffice。
Herfirsttwosonswereexactlyliketheirfather。Evenaschildrentheywereindustrious，earnestlittletradesmen。
AsFrauOttenburgsaid，"shehadtowaitforherFred，butshegothimatlast，"thefirstmanwhohadaltogetherpleasedher。FrederickenteredHarvardwhenhewaseighteen。WhenhismotherwenttoBostontovisithim，shenotonlygothimeverythinghewishedfor，butshemadehandsomeandoftenembarrassingpresentstoallhisfriends。ShegavedinnersandsupperpartiesfortheGleeClub，madethecrewbreaktraining，andwasagen—
erallydisturbinginfluence。InhisthirdyearFredlefttheuniversitybecauseofaseriousescapadewhichhadsome—
whathamperedhislifeeversince。Hewentatonceintohisfather’sbusiness，where，inhisownway，hehadmadehimselfveryuseful。
FredOttenburgwasnowtwenty—eight，andpeoplecouldonlysayofhimthathehadbeenlesshurtbyhismother’sindulgencethanmostboyswouldhavebeen。Hehadneverwantedanythingthathecouldnothaveit，andhemighthavehadagreatmanythingsthathehadneverwanted。
Hewasextravagant，butnotprodigal。Heturnedmostofthemoneyhismothergavehimintothebusiness，andlivedonhisgeneroussalary。
Fredhadneverbeenboredforawholedayinhislife。
WhenhewasinChicagoorSt。Louis，hewenttoball—
games，prize—fights，andhorse—races。WhenhewasinGermany，hewenttoconcertsandtotheopera。Hebelongedtoalonglistofsporting—clubsandhunting—
clubs，andwasagoodboxer。Hehadsomanynaturalintereststhathehadnoaffectations。AtHarvardhekeptawayfromtheaestheticcirclethathadalreadydiscoveredFrancisThompson。HelikednopoetrybutGermanpoetry。
Physicalenergywasthethinghewasfulltothebrimof，
andmusicwasoneofitsnaturalformsofexpression。Hehadahealthyloveofsportandart，ofeatinganddrink—
ing。WhenhewasinGermany，hescarcelyknewwherethesoupendedandthesymphonybegan。
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MARCHbeganbadlyforThea。Shehadacoldduringthefirstweek，andaftershegotthroughherchurchdutiesonSundayshehadtogotobedwithtonsilitis。Shewasstillintheboarding—houseatwhichyoungOttenburghadcalledwhenhetookhertoseeMrs。Nathanmeyer。
Shehadstayedontherebecauseherroom，althoughitwasinconvenientandverysmall，wasatthecornerofthehouseandgotthesunlight。
SincesheleftMrs。Lorch，thiswasthefirstplacewhereshehadgotawayfromanorthlight。Herroomshadallbeenasdampandmouldyastheyweredark，withdeepfoundationsofdirtunderthecarpets，anddirtywalls。Inherpresentroomtherewasnorunningwaterandnoclothescloset，andshehadtohavethedressermovedouttomakeroomforherpiano。Butthereweretwowindows，oneonthesouthandoneonthewest，alightwall—paperwithmorning—gloryvines，andontheflooracleanmatting。
Thelandladyhadtriedtomaketheroomlookcheerful，becauseitwashardtolet。ItwassosmallthatTheacouldkeepitcleanherself，aftertheHunhaddoneherworst。
Shehungherdressesonthedoorunderasheet，usedthewashstandforadresser，sleptonacot，andopenedboththewindowswhenshepracticed。Shefeltlesswalledinthanshehadintheotherhouses。
Wednesdaywasherthirddayinbed。Themedicalstu—
dentwholivedinthehousehadbeenintoseeher，hadleftsometabletsandafoamygargle，andtoldherthatshecouldprobablygobacktoworkonMonday。Theland—
ladystuckherheadinonceaday，butTheadidnoten—
couragehervisits。TheHungarianchambermaidbroughthersoupandtoast。Shemadeasloppypretenseofput—
tingtheroominorder，butshewassuchadirtycrea—
turethatTheawouldnotlethertouchhercot；shegotupeverymorningandturnedthemattressandmadethebedherself。Theexertionmadeherfeelmiserablyill，butatleastshecouldliestillcontentedlyforalongwhileafterward。Shehatedthepoisonedfeelinginherthroat，andnomatterhowoftenshegargledshefeltuncleananddisgusting。Still，ifshehadtobeill，shewasalmostgladthatshehadacontagiousillness。Otherwiseshewouldhavebeenatthemercyofthepeopleinthehouse。Sheknewthattheydislikedher，yetnowthatshewasill，theytookituponthemselvestotapatherdoor，sendhermes—
sages，books，evenamiserableflowerortwo。Theaknewthattheirsympathywasanexpressionofself—righteous—
ness，andshehatedthemforit。Thedivinitystudent，whowasalwayswhisperingsoftthingstoher，senther"TheKreutzerSonata。"
Themedicalstudenthadbeenkindtoher：heknewthatshedidnotwanttopayadoctor。Hisgarglehadhelpedher，andhegaveherthingstomakehersleepatnight。Buthehadbeenacheat，too。Hehadexceededhisrights。Shehadnosorenessinherchest，andhadtoldhimsoclearly。
Allthisthumpingofherback，andlisteningtoherbreath—
ing，wasdonetosatisfypersonalcuriosity。Shehadwatchedhimwithacontemptuoussmile。Shewastoosicktocare；
ifitamusedhim——Shemadehimwashhishandsbeforehetouchedher；hewasneververyclean。Allthesame，itwoundedherandmadeherfeelthattheworldwasaprettydisgustingplace。"TheKreutzerSonata"didnotmakeherfeelanymorecheerful。Shethrewitasidewithhatred。Shecouldnotbelieveitwaswrittenbythesamemanwhowrotethenovelthathadthrilledher。
Hercotwasbesidethesouthwindow，andonWednesdayafternoonshelaythinkingabouttheHarsanyis，aboutoldMr。Nathanmeyer，andabouthowshewasmissingFredOttenburg’svisitstothestudio。Thatwasmuchtheworst
thingaboutbeingsick。Ifsheweregoingtothestudioeveryday，shemightbehavingpleasantencounterswithFred。Hewasalwaysrunningaway，Bowerssaid，andhemightbeplanningtogoawayassoonasMrs。Nathan—
meyer’seveningswereover。Andhereshewaslosingallthistime！
AfterawhilesheheardtheHun’sclumsytrotinthehall，andthenapoundonthedoor。Marycamein，makingherusualuncouthsounds，carryingalongboxandabigbasket。
Theasatupinbedandtoreoffthestringsandpaper。Thebasketwasfulloffruit，withabigHawaiianpineappleinthemiddle，andintheboxtherewerelayersofpinkroseswithlong，woodystemsanddark—greenleaves。Theyfilledtheroomwithacoolsmellthatmadeanotherairtobreathe。
Marystoodwithherapronfullofpaperandcardboard。
WhenshesawTheatakeanenvelopeoutfromundertheflowers，sheutteredanexclamation，pointedtotheroses，andthentothebosomofherowndress，ontheleftside。
Thealaughedandnodded。SheunderstoodthatMaryas—
sociatedthecolorwithOttenburg’sBOUTONNIERE。Shepointedtothewaterpitcher，——shehadnothingelsebigenoughtoholdtheflowers，——andmadeMaryputitonthewindowsillbesideher。
AfterMarywasgoneThealockedthedoor。Whenthelandladyknocked，shepretendedthatshewasasleep。Shelaystillallafternoonandwithdrowsyeyeswatchedtherosesopen。Theywerethefirsthothouseflowersshehadeverhad。Thecoolfragrancetheyreleasedwassoothing，andasthepinkpetalscurledback，theyweretheonlythingsbetweenherandthegraysky。Shelayonherside，puttingtheroomandtheboarding—housebehindher。Fredknewwhereallthepleasantthingsintheworldwere，shere—
flected，andknewtheroadtothem。Hehadkeystoalltheniceplacesinhispocket，andseemedtojinglethemfromtimetotime。Andthen，hewasyoung；andherfriendshadalwaysbeenold。Hermindwentbackoverthem。They
hadallbeenteachers；wonderfullykind，butstillteachers。
RayKennedy，sheknew，hadwantedtomarryher，buthewasthemostprotectingandteacher—likeofthemall。
Shemovedimpatientlyinhercotandthrewherbraidsawayfromherhotneck，overherpillow。"Idon’twanthimforateacher，"shethought，frowningpetulantlyoutofthewindow。"I’vehadsuchastringofthem。Iwanthimforasweetheart。"
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"THEA，"saidFredOttenburgonedrizzlyafternooninApril，whiletheysatwaitingfortheirteaatarestau—
rantinthePullmanBuilding，overlookingthelake，"whatareyougoingtodothissummer？"
"Idon’tknow。Work，Isuppose。"
"WithBowers，youmean？EvenBowersgoesfishingforamonth。Chicago’snoplacetowork，inthesummer。
Haven’tyoumadeanyplans？"
Theashruggedhershoulders。"Nousehavinganyplanswhenyouhaven’tanymoney。Theyareunbecoming。"
"Aren’tyougoinghome？"
Sheshookherhead。"No。Itwon’tbecomfortabletheretillI’vegotsomethingtoshowformyself。I’mnotgettingonatall，youknow。Thisyearhasbeenmostlywasted。"
"You’restale；that’swhat’sthematterwithyou。Andjustnowyou’redeadtired。You’lltalkmorerationallyafteryou’vehadsometea。Restyourthroatuntilitcomes。"Theyweresittingbyawindow。AsOttenburglookedatherinthegraylight，herememberedwhatMrs。
NathanmeyerhadsaidabouttheSwedishface"breakingearly。"Theawasasgrayastheweather。Herskinlookedsick。Herhair，too，thoughonadampdayitcurledcharm—
inglyaboutherface，lookedpale。
Fredbeckonedthewaiterandincreasedhisorderforfood。
Theadidnothearhim。Shewasstaringoutofthewindow，downattheroofoftheArtInstituteandthegreenlions，drippingintherain。Thelakewasallrollingmist，withasoftshimmerofrobin’s—eggblueinthegray。Alumberboat，withtwoverytallmasts，wasemerginggauntandblackoutofthefog。WhentheteacameTheaatehungrily，andFredwatchedher。Hethoughthereyesbecamealittle
lessbleak。Thekettlesangcheerfullyoverthespiritlamp，andsheseemedtoconcentrateherattentionuponthatpleasantsound。Shekeptlookingtowarditlistlesslyandindulgently，inawaythatgavehimarealizationofherloneliness。Fredlitacigaretteandsmokedthoughtfully。
HeandTheawerealoneinthequiet，duskyroomfullofwhitetables。InthosedaysChicagopeopleneverstoppedfortea。"Come，"hesaidatlast，"whatwouldyoudothissummer，ifyoucoulddowhateveryouwished？"
"I’dgoalongwayfromhere！West，Ithink。MaybeI
couldgetsomeofmyspringback。Allthiscold，cloudyweather，"——shelookedoutatthelakeandshivered，——
"Idon’tknow，itdoesthingstome，"sheendedabruptly。
Frednodded。"Iknow。You’vebeengoingdowneversinceyouhadtonsilitis。I’veseenit。Whatyouneedistositinthesunandbakeforthreemonths。You’vegottherightidea。IrememberoncewhenwewerehavingdinnersomewhereyoukeptaskingmeabouttheCliff—Dwellerruins。Dotheystillinterestyou？"
"Ofcoursetheydo。I’vealwayswantedtogodownthere——longbeforeIevergotinforthis。"
"Idon’tthinkItoldyou，butmyfatherownsawholecanyonfullofCliff—Dwellerruins。HehasabigworthlessranchdowninArizona，nearaNavajoreservation，andthere’sacanyonontheplacetheycallPantherCanyon，chockfullofthatsortofthing。Ioftengodowntheretohunt。HenryBiltmerandhiswifelivethereandkeepatidyplace。He’sanoldGermanwhoworkedinthebreweryuntilhelosthishealth。Nowherunsafewcattle。Henrylikestodomeafavor。I’vedoneafewforhim。"FreddrownedhiscigaretteinhissaucerandstudiedThea’sexpression，whichwaswistfulandintent，enviousandad—
miring。Hecontinuedwithsatisfaction："Ifyouwentdownthereandstayedwiththemfortwoorthreemonths，theywouldn’tletyoupayanything。ImightsendHenryanewgun，butevenIcouldn’tofferhimmoneyforputting
upafriendofmine。I’llgetyoutransportation。Itwouldmakeanewgirlofyou。LetmewritetoHenry，andyoupackyourtrunk。That’sallthat’snecessary。Noredtapeaboutit。Whatdoyousay，Thea？"
Shebitherlip，andsighedasifshewerewakingup。
Fredcrumpledhisnapkinimpatiently。"Well，isn’titeasyenough？"
"That’sthetrouble；it’sTOOeasy。Doesn’tsoundprob—
able。I’mnotusedtogettingthingsfornothing。"
Ottenburglaughed。"Oh，ifthat’sall，I’llshowyouhowtobegin。Youwon’tgetthisfornothing，quite。I’llaskyoutoletmestopoffandseeyouonmywaytoCalifornia。
Perhapsbythattimeyouwillbegladtoseeme。BetterletmebreakthenewstoBowers。Icanmanagehim。Heneedsalittletransportationhimselfnowandthen。Youmustgetcorduroyriding—thingsandleatherleggings。
Thereareafewsnakesabout。Whydoyoukeepfrown—
ing？"
"Well，Idon’texactlyseewhyyoutakethetrouble。
Whatdoyougetoutofit？Youhaven’tlikedmesowellthelasttwoorthreeweeks。"
Freddroppedhisthirdcigaretteandlookedathiswatch。
"Ifyoudon’tseethat，it’sbecauseyouneedatonic。I’llshowyouwhatI’llgetoutofit。NowI’mgoingtogetacabandtakeyouhome。Youaretootiredtowalkastep。
You’dbettergettobedassoonasyougetthere。Ofcourse，Idon’tlikeyousowellwhenyou’rehalfanaesthetizedallthetime。Whathaveyoubeendoingtoyourself？"
Thearose。"Idon’tknow。Beingboredeatstheheartoutofme，Iguess。"Shewalkedmeeklyinfrontofhimtotheelevator。Frednoticedforthehundredthtimehowvehementlyherbodyproclaimedherstateoffeeling。HerememberedhowremarkablybrilliantandbeautifulshehadbeenwhenshesangatMrs。Nathanmeyer’s：flushedandgleaming，roundandsupple，somethingthatcouldn’tbedimmedordowned。Andnowsheseemedamoving
figureofdiscouragement。Theverywaitersglancedatherapprehensively。Itwasnotthatshemadeafuss，butherbackwasmostextraordinarilyvocal。Oneneverneededtoseeherfacetoknowwhatshewasfullofthatday。
Yetshewascertainlynotmercurial。Herfleshseemedtotakeamoodandto"set，"likeplaster。Asheputherintothecab，Fredreflectedoncemorethathe"gaveherup。"
Hewouldattackherwhenhislancewasbrighter。
EndofPartIII
PARTIV
THEANCIENTPEOPLE
I
THESanFranciscoMountainliesinNorthernArizona，aboveFlagstaff，anditsblueslopesandsnowysummitenticetheeyeforahundredmilesacrossthedesert。AboutitsbaseliethepineforestsoftheNavajos，wherethegreatred—trunkedtreesliveouttheirpeacefulcenturiesinthatsparklingair。ThePINONSandscrubbeginonlywheretheforestends，wherethecountrybreaksintoopen，stonyclearingsandthesurfaceoftheearthcracksintodeepcan—
yons。Thegreatpinesstandataconsiderabledistancefromeachother。Eachtreegrowsalone，murmursalone，thinksalone。Theydonotintrudeuponeachother。TheNavajosarenotmuchinthehabitofgivingorofaskinghelp。Theirlanguageisnotacommunicativeone，andtheyneverattemptaninterchangeofpersonalityinspeech。Overtheirforeststhereisthesameinexorablereserve。Eachtreehasitsexaltedpowertobear。