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。
　　V
　　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。"
　　VI
　　"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。