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Bonner, Geraldine, 1870-1930

"The Emigrant Trail"

His blood-shot
eyes nursed the extending buttresses, and as he came round them, with
craned neck and body reaching forward, they sent a glance into each
recess that leaped round it like a flame.
Susan had remained in the same place. She made no note of the passage
of time, but the sky between the walls was growing deeper in color, the
shadows lengthening along the ground. She was lying on her side
looking out through the rift's opening when Courant stood there. He
made an instant's pause, a moment when his breath caught deep, and,
seeing him, she started to her knees with a blanching face. As he came
upon her she held out her hands, crying in uprising notes of terror,
"No! No! No!" But he gathered her in his arms, stilled her cries
with his kisses, and bending low carried her back into the darkened
cavern over which the rocks closed like hands uplifted in prayer.


CHAPTER VI
Till the afternoon of the next day they held the train for David. When
evening fell and he did not come Daddy John climbed the plateau and
kindled a beacon fire that threw its flames against the stars.


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