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Title: Over the Pass

Author: Frederick Palmer

Release Date: February 4, 2004 [EBook #10932]

Language: English

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OVER THE PASS

BY FREDERICK PALMER

AUTHOR OF THE VAGABOND, DANBURY RODD, ETC.

1912

CONTENTS

PART I—AN EASY TRAVELLER

CHAPTER

I YOUTH IN SPURS

II DINOSAUR OR DESPERADO

III JACK RIDES IN COMPANY

IV HE CARRIES THE MAIL

V A SMILE AND A SQUARE CHIN

VI OBLIVION IS NOT EASY

VII WHAT HAPPENED AT LANG'S

VIII ACCORDING TO CODE

IX THE DEVIL IS OUT

X MARY EXPLAINS

XI SEÑOR DON'T CARE RECEIVES

XII MARY BRINGS TRIBUTE

XIII A JOURNEY ON CRUTCHES

XIV "HOW FAST YOU SEW!"

XV WHEN THE DESERT BLOOMS

XVI A CHANGE OF MIND

XVII THE DOGE SNAPS A RUBBER BAND

XVIII ANOTHER STRANGER ARRIVES

XIX LOOKING OVER PRECIPICES

XX A PUZZLED AMBASSADOR

XXI "GOOD-BY, LITTLE RIVERS!"

XXII "LUCK, JACK, LUCK!"

PART II—HE FINDS HIMSELF

XXIII LABELLED AND SHIPPED

XXIV IN THE CITADEL OF THE MILLIONS

XXV "BUT WITH YOU, YES, SIR!"

XXVII BY RIGHT OF ANCESTRY

XXVIII JACK GETS A RAISE

XXIX A MEETING ON THE AVENUE TRAIL

XXX WITH THE PHANTOMS

XXXI PRATHER WOULD NOT WAIT

XXXII A CRISIS IN THE WINGFIELD LIBRARY

XXXIII PRATHER SEES THE PORTRAIT

XXXIV "JOHN WINGFIELD, YOU—"

PART III—HE FINDS HIS PLACE IN LIFE

XXXV BACK TO LITTLE RIVERS

XXXVI AROUND THE WATER-HOLE

XXXVII THE END OF THE WEAVING

XXXVIII THEIR SIDE OF THE PASS

PART I

AN EASY TRAVELLER

I

YOUTH IN SPURS

Here time was as nothing; here sunset and sunrise were as incidents of an uncalendared, everlasting day; here chaotic grandeur was that of the earth's crust when it cooled after the last convulsive movement of genesis.

In all the region about the Galeria Pass the silence of the dry Arizona air seemed luminous and eternal. Whoever climbed to the crotch of that V, cut jagged against the sky for distances yet unreckoned by tourist folders, might have the reward of pitching the tents of his imagination at the gateway of the clouds.

Early on a certain afternoon he would have noted to the eastward a speck far out on a vast basin of sand which was enclosed by a rim of tumbling mountains. Continued observation at long range would have shown the speck to be moving almost imperceptibly, with what seemed the impertinence of infinitesimal life in that dead world; and, eventually, it would have taken the form of a man astride a pony.

The man was young, fantastically young if you were to judge by his garb, a flamboyant expression of the romantic cowboy style which might have served as a sensational exhibit in a shop-window. In place of the conventional blue wool shirt was one of dark blue silk. The chaparejos, or "chaps," were of the softest leather, with the fringe at the seams generously long; and the silver spurs at the boot-heels were chased in antique pattern and ridiculously large. Instead of the conventional handkerchief at the neck was a dark red string tie; while the straight-brimmed cowpuncher hat, out of keeping with the general effect of newness and laundered freshness, had that tint which only exposure to many dewfalls and many blazing mid-days will produce in light-colored felt.

There was vagrancy in the smile of his singularly sensitive mouth and vagrancy in the relaxed way that he rode. From the fondness with which his gaze swept the naked peaks they might have been cities en fête calling him to their festivities. If so, he was in no haste to let realization overtake anticipation. His reins hung loose. He hummed snatches of Spanish, French, and English songs. Their cosmopolitan freedom of variety was as out of keeping with the scene as their lilt, which had the tripping, self-carrying impetus of the sheer joy of living.

Lapsing into silence, his face went ruminative and then sad. With a sudden indrawing of breath he freed himself from his reverie, and bending over from his saddle patted a buckskin neck in affectionate tattoo. Tawny ears turned backward in appreciative fellowship, but without any break in a plodding dog-trot. Though the rider's aspect might say with the desert that time was nothing, the pony's expressed a logical purpose. Thus the speed of their machine-like progress was entirely regulated by the prospect of a measure of oats at the journey's end.

When they came to the foot-hills and the rider dismounted and led the way, with a following muzzle at times poking the small of his back, up the tortuous path, rounding pinnacles and skimming the edge of abysses, his leg muscles answered with the readiness of familiarity with climbing. At the top he saw why the pass had received its name of Galeria from the Spanish. A great isosceles of precipitous walls formed a long, natural gallery, which the heaving of the earth's crust had rent and time had eroded. It lay near the present boundary line of two civilizations: in the neutral zone of desert expanses, where the Saxon pioneer, with his lips closed on English s's, had paused in his progress southward; and the conquistadore, with tongue caressing Castilian vowels, had paused in his progress northward.

At the other side the traveller beheld a basin which was a thousand feet higher than the one behind him. It approached the pass at a gentler slope. It must be cooler than the other, its ozone a little rarer. A sea of quivering and singing light in the afternoon glow, it was lost in the horizon.

Not far from the foot-hills floated a patch of foliage, checkered by the roofs of the houses of an irrigation colony, hanging kitelike at the end of the silver thread of a river whose waters had set gardens abloom in sterile expanses. There seemed a refusal of intimacy with the one visible symbol of its relations with the outer world; for the railroad, with its lines of steel flashing across the gray levels, passed beyond the outer edge of the