Then there
would come long, weary levels of sand that gleamed in the sun; and far away
she would behold tremendous buttes. The valleys they passed through were
verdant and lovely. Cattle grazed here in a calm peace. It was as if the
rest of the world were shut out, and in this quiet land a special blessing
had come down. The peace of it, the stillness of it crowded in upon her.
She had been to California, but always she had traveled by a northern
route, and had missed the wonder of this part of the world. Before their
journey was over, she had begged Morgan to take her to the Grand Canyon;
and for two days they remained there, drinking in the glory of perhaps the
most beautiful spot on the western continent. She could not get enough of
it--those colors that sank into her heart and consciousness and made her
think she was in paradise. To see the sun rise here--she almost wept that
morning when the lord of heaven came over the mountains that towered like
huge sentinels, impervious to wind and gale and rain.
"I can't stand such beauty, Morgan," she said at last. "It takes something
out of me. We'll have to go on."
She saw the giant cactus in full bloom, a miracle of orange, pink, and
crimson; and as they sped south the mountainsides were aflame with juniper
and manzanita.
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