The Rainbow Trail Part 40
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"Fay, how do you know you're going in the right direction?" asked Shefford, anxiously.
"I never forget any ground I've been over. I keep my eyes close ahead.
All that seems strange to me is the wrong way. What I've seen, before must be the right way, because I saw it when they brought me from Surprise Valley."
Shefford had to acknowledge that she was following an Indian's instinct for ground he had once covered.
Still Shefford began to worry, and finally dropped back to question Nas Ta Bega.
"Bi Nai, she has the eye of a Navajo," replied the Indian. "Look!
Iron-shod horses have pa.s.sed here. See the marks in the stone?"
Shefford indeed made out faint cut tracks that would have escaped his own sight. They had been made long ago, but they were unmistakable.
"She's following the trail by memory--she must remember the stones, trees, sage, cactus," said Shefford in surprise.
"Pictures in her mind," replied the Indian.
Thereafter the farther she progressed the less at fault she appeared and the faster she traveled. She made several miles an hour, and about the middle of the afternoon entered upon the more broken region of the plateau. View became restricted. Low walls, and ruined cliffs of red rock with cedars at their base, and gullies growing into canon and canon opening into larger ones--these were pa.s.sed and crossed and climbed and rimmed in travel that grew more difficult as the going became wilder. Then there was a steady ascent, up and up all the time, though not steep, until another level, green with cedar and pinyon, was reached.
It reminded Shefford of the forest near the mouth of the Sagi. It was so dense he could not see far ahead of Fay, and often he lost sight of her entirely. Presently he rode out of the forest into a strip of purple sage. It ended abruptly, and above that abrupt line, seemingly far away, rose a long, red wall. Instantly he recognized that to be the opposite wall of a canon which as yet he could not see.
Fay was acting strangely and he hurried forward. She slipped off Nack-yal and fell, sprang up and ran wildly, to stand upon a promontory, her arms uplifted, her hair a ma.s.s of moving gold in the wind, her att.i.tude one of wild and eloquent significance.
Shefford ran, too, and as he ran the red wall in his eager sight seemed to enlarge downward, deeper and deeper, and then it merged into a strip of green.
Suddenly beneath him yawned a red-walled gulf, a deceiving gulf seen through transparent haze, a softly s.h.i.+ning green-and-white valley, strange, wild, beautiful, like a picture in his memory.
"Surprise Valley!" he cried, in wondering recognition.
Fay Larkin waved her arms as if they were wings to carry her swiftly downward, and her plaintive cry fitted the wildness of her manner and the lonely height where she leaned.
Shefford drew her back from the rim.
"Fay, we are here," he said. "I recognize the valley. I miss only one thing--the arch of stone."
His words seemed to recall her to reality.
"The arch? That fell when the wall slipped, in the great avalanche. See!
There is the place. We can get down there. Oh, let us hurry!"
The Indian reached the rim and his falcon gaze swept the valley. "Ugh!"
he exclaimed. He, too, recognized the valley that he had vainly sought for half a year.
"Bring the la.s.sos," said Shefford.
With Fay leading, they followed the rim toward the head of the valley.
Here the wall had caved in, and there was a slope of jumbled rock a thousand feet wide and more than that in depth. It was easy to descend because there were so many rocks waist-high that afforded a handhold.
Shefford marked, however, that Fay never took advantage of these. More than once he paused to watch her. Swiftly she went down; she stepped from rock to rock; lightly she crossed cracks and pits; she ran along the sharp and broken edge of a long ledge; she poised on a pointed stone and, sure-footed as a mountain-sheep, she sprang to another that had scarce surface for a foothold; her moccasins flashed, seemed to hold wondrously on any angle; and when a rock tipped or slipped with her she leaped to a surer stand. Shefford watched her performance, so swift, agile, so perfectly balanced, showing such wonderful accord between eye and foot; and then when he swept his gaze down upon that wild valley where she had roamed alone for twelve years he marveled no more.
The farther down he got the greater became the size of rocks, until he found himself amid huge pieces of cliff as large as houses. He lost sight of Fay entirely, and he anxiously threaded a narrow, winding, descending way between the broken ma.s.ses. Finally he came out upon flat rock again. Fay stood on another rim, looking down. He saw that the slide had moved far out into the valley, and the lower part of it consisted of great sections of wall. In fact, the base of the great wall had just moved out with the avalanche, and this much of it held its vertical position. Looking upward, Shefford was astounded and thrilled to see how far he had descended, how the walls leaned like a great, wide, curving, continuous rim of mountain.
"Here! Here!" called Fay. "Here's where they got down--where they brought me up. Here are the sticks they used. They stuck them in this crack, down to that ledge."
Shefford ran to her side and looked down. There was a narrow split in this section of wall and it was perhaps sixty feet in depth. The floor of rock below led out in a ledge, with a sheer drop to the valley level.
As Shefford gazed, pondering on a way to descend lower, the Indian reached his side. He had no sooner looked than he proceeded to act.
Selecting one of the sticks, which were strong pieces of cedar, well hewn and trimmed, he jammed it between the walls of the crack till it stuck fast. Then sitting astride this one he jammed in another some three feet below. When he got down upon that one it was necessary for Shefford to drop him a third stick. In a comparatively short time the Indian reached the ledge below. Then he called for the la.s.sos. Shefford threw them down. His next move was an attempt to a.s.sist Fay, but she slipped out of his grasp and descended the ladder with a swiftness that made him hold his breath. Still, when his turn came, her spirit so governed him that he went down as swiftly, and even leaped sheer the last ten feet.
Nas Ta Bega and Fay were leaning over the ledge.
"Here's the place," she said, excitedly. "Let me down on the rope."
It took two thirty-foot la.s.sos tied together to reach the floor of the valley. Shefford folded his vest, put it round Fay, and slipped a loop of the la.s.so under her arms. Then he and Nas Ta Bega lowered her to the gra.s.s below. Fay, throwing off the loop, bounded away like a wild creature, uttering the strangest cries he had ever heard, and she disappeared along the wall.
"I'll go down," said Shefford to the Indian. "You stay here to help pull us up."
Hand over hand Shefford descended, and when his feet touched the gra.s.s he experienced a shock of the most singular exultation.
"In Surprise Valley!" he breathed, softly. The dream that had come to him with his friend's story, the years of waiting, wondering, and then the long, fruitless, hopeless search in the desert uplands--these were in his mind as he turned along the wall where Fay had disappeared. He faced a wide terrace, green with gra.s.s and moss and starry with strange white flowers, and dark-foliaged, spear-pointed spruce-trees. Below the terrace sloped a bench covered with thick copse, and this merged into a forest of dwarf oaks, and beyond that was a beautiful strip of white aspens, their leaves quivering in the stillness. The air was close, sweet, warm, fragrant, and remarkably dry. It reminded him of the air he had smelled in dry caves under cliffs. He reached a point from where he saw a meadow dotted with red-and-white-spotted cattle and little black burros. There were many of them. And he remembered with a start the agony of toil and peril Venters had endured bringing the progenitors of this stock into the valley. What a strange, wild, beautiful story it all was! But a story connected with this valley could not have been otherwise.
Beyond the meadow, on the other side of the valley, extended the forest, and that ended in the rising bench of thicket, which gave place to green slope and mossy terrace of sharp-tipped spruces--and all this led the eye irresistibly up to the red wall where a vast, dark, wonderful cavern yawned, with its rust-colored streaks of stain on the wall, and the queer little houses of the cliff-dwellers, with their black, vacant, silent windows speaking so weirdly of the unknown past.
Shefford pa.s.sed a place where the ground had been cultivated, but not as recently as the last six months. There was a scant shock of corn and many meager standing stalks. He became aware of a low, whining hum and a fragrance overpowering in its sweetness. And there round another corner of wall he came upon an orchard all pink and white in blossom and melodious with the buzz and hum of innumerable bees.
He crossed a little stream that had been dammed, went along a pond, down beside an irrigation-ditch that furnished water to orchard and vineyard, and from there he strode into a beautiful cove between two jutting corners of red wall. It was level and green and the spruces stood gracefully everywhere. Beyond their dark trunks he saw caves in the wall.
Suddenly the fragrance of blossom was overwhelmed by the stronger fragrance of smoke from a wood fire. Swiftly he strode under the spruces. Quail fluttered before him as tame as chickens. Big gray rabbits scarcely moved out of his way. The branches above him were full of mockingbirds. And then--there before him stood three figures.
Fay Larkin was held close to the side of a magnificent woman, barbarously clad in garments made of skins and pieces of blanket. Her face worked in n.o.ble emotion. Shefford seemed to see the ghost of that fair beauty Venters had said was Jane Withersteen's. Her hair was gray. Near her stood a lean, stoop-shouldered man whose long hair was perfectly white. His gaunt face was bare of beard. It had strange, sloping, sad lines. And he was staring with mild, surprised eyes.
The moment held Shefford mute till sight of Fay Larkin's tear-wet face broke the spell. He leaped forward and his strong hands reached for the woman and the man.
"Jane Withersteen!... La.s.siter! I have found you!"
"Oh, sir, who are you?" she cried, with rich and deep and quivering voice. "This child came running--screaming. She could not speak. We thought she had gone mad--and escaped to come back to us."
"I am John Shefford," he replied, swiftly. "I am a friend of Bern Venters--of his wife Bess. I learned your story. I came west. I've searched a year. I found Fay. And we've come to take you away."
"You found Fay? But that masked Mormon who forced her to sacrifice herself to save us!... What of him? It's not been so many long years--I remember what my father was--and Dyer and Tull--all those cruel churchmen."
"Waggoner is dead," replied Shefford.
"Dead? She is free! Oh, what--how did he die?"
"He was killed."
"Who did it?"
The Rainbow Trail Part 40
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