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to build a fireplace of stones and to gather a store of wood。 That done； he spilled the contents of his saddle…bags upon the grass and took stock。 His outfit consisted of a small…handled axe； a hunting…knife； a large number of cartridges for rifle or revolver； a tin plate； a cup； and a fork and spoon； a quantity of dried beef and dried fruits； and small canvas bags containing tea； sugar； salt； and pepper。 For him alone this supply would have been bountiful to begin a sojourn in the wilderness； but he was no longer alone。 Starvation in the uplands was not an unheard…of thing； he did not； however； worry at all on that score； and feared only his possible inability to supply the needs of a woman in a weakened and extremely delicate condition。
If there was no game in the valleya contingency he doubtedit would not be a great task for him to go by night to Oldring's herd and pack out a calf。 The exigency of the moment was to ascertain if there were game in Surprise Valley。 Whitie still guarded the dilapidated rabbit； and Ring slept near by under a spruce。 Venters called Ring and went to the edge of the terrace； and there halted to survey the valley。
He was prepared to find it larger than his unstudied glances had made it appear； for more than a casual idea of dimensions and a hasty conception of oval shape and singular beauty he had not had time。 Again the felicity of the name he had given the valley struck him forcibly。 Around the red perpendicular walls； except under the great arc of stone； ran a terrace fringed at the cliff…base by silver spruces； below that first terrace sloped another wider one densely overgrown with aspens； and the center of the valley was a level circle of oaks and alders； with the glittering green line of willows and cottonwood dividing it in half。 Venters saw a number and variety of birds flitting among the trees。 To his left； facing the stone bridge； an enormous cavern opened in the wall； and low down； just above the tree…tops； he made out a long shelf of cliff…dwellings； with little black； staring windows or doors。 Like eyes they were； and seemed to watch him。 The few cliff…dwellings he had seen… …all ruinshad left him with haunting memory of age and solitude and of something past。 He had come； in a way； to be a cliff…dweller himself； and those silent eyes would look down upon him； as if in surprise that after thousands of years a man had invaded the valley。 Venters felt sure that he was the only white man who had ever walked under the shadow of the wonderful stone bridge； down into that wonderful valley with its circle of caves and its terraced rings of silver spruce and aspens。
The dog growled below and rushed into the forest。 Venters ran down the declivity to enter a zone of light shade streaked with sunshine。 The oak…trees were slender； none more than half a foot thick； and they grew close together； intermingling their branches。 Ring came running back with a rabbit in his mouth。 Venters took the rabbit and； holding the dog near him； stole softly on。 There were fluttering of wings among the branches and quick bird…notes； and rustling of dead leaves and rapid patterings。 Venters crossed well…worn trails marked with fresh tracks； and when he had stolen on a little farther he saw many birds and running quail； and more rabbits than he could count。 He had not penetrated the forest of oaks for a hundred yards； had not approached anywhere near the line of willows and cottonwoods which he knew grew along a stream。 But he had seen enough to know that Surprise Valley was the home of many wild creatures。
Venters returned to camp。 He skinned the rabbits； and gave the dogs the one they had quarreled over； and the skin of this he dressed and hung up to dry； feeling that he would like to keep it。 It was a particularly rich； furry pelt with a beautiful white tail。 Venters remembered that but for the bobbing of that white tail catching his eye he would not have espied the rabbit； and he would never have discovered Surprise Valley。 Little incidents of chance like this had turned him here and there in Deception Pass； and now they had assumed to him the significance and direction of destiny。
His good fortune in the matter of game at hand brought to his mind the necessity of keeping it in the valley。 Therefore he took the axe and cut bundles of aspens and willows； and packed them up under the bridge to the narrow outlet of the gorge。 Here he began fashioning a fence； by driving aspens into the ground and lacing them fast with willows。 Trip after trip he made down for more building material； and the afternoon had passed when he finished the work to his satisfaction。 Wildcats might scale the fence； but no coyote could come in to search for prey； and no rabbits or other small game could escape from the valley。
Upon returning to camp he set about getting his supper at ease； around a fine fire； without hurry or fear of discovery。 After hard work that had definite purpose； this freedom and comfort gave him peculiar satisfaction。 He caught himself often； as he kept busy round the camp…fire； stopping to glance at the quiet form in the cave； and at the dogs stretched cozily near him； and then out across the beautiful valley。 The present was not yet real to him。
While he ate； the sun set beyond a dip in the rim of the curved wall。 As the morning sun burst wondrously through a grand arch into this valley； in a golden； slanting shaft； so the evening sun； at the moment of setting； shone through a gap of cliffs； sending down a broad red burst to brighten the oval with a blaze of fire。 To Venters both sunrise and sunset were unreal。
A cool wind blew across the oval； waving the tips of oaks； and while the light lasted； fluttering the aspen leaves into millions of facets of red； and sweeping the graceful spruces。 Then with the wind soon came a shade and a darkening； and suddenly the valley was gray。 Night came there quickly after the sinking of the sun。 Venters went softly to look at the girl。 She slept； and her breathing was quiet and slow。 He lifted Ring into the cave； with stern whisper for him to stay there on guard。 Then he drew the blanket carefully over her and returned to the camp…fire。
Though exceedingly tired； he was yet loath to yield to lassitude； but this night it was not from listening； watchful vigilance； it was from a desire to realize his position。 The details of his wild environment seemed the only substance of a strange dream。 He saw the darkening rims； the gray oval turning black； the undulating surface of forest； like a rippling lake； and the spear…pointed spruces。 He heard the flutter of aspen leaves and the soft； continuous splash of falling water。 The melancholy note of a canyon bird broke clear and lonely from the high cliffs。 Venters had no name for this night singer； and he had never seen one； but the few notes； always pealing out just at darkness； were as familiar to him as the canyon silence。 Then they ceased； and the rustle of leaves and the murmur of water hushed in a growing sound that Venters fancied was not of earth。 Neither had he a name for this； only it was inexpressibly wild and sweet。 The thought came that it might be a moan of the girl in her last outcry of life； and he felt a tremor shake him。 But no！ This sound was not human； though it was like despair。 He began to doubt his sensitive perceptions； to believe that he half…dreamed what he thought he heard。 Then the sound swelled with the strengthening of the breeze； and he realized it was the singing of the wind in the cliffs。
By and by a drowsiness overcame him； and Venters began to nod； half asleep； with his back against a spruce。 Rousing himself and calling Whitie； he went to the cave。 The girl lay barely visible in the dimness。 Ring crouched beside her； and the patting of his tail on the stone assured Venters that the dog was awake and faithful to his duty。 Venters sought his own bed of fragrant boughs； and as he lay back； somehow grateful for the comfort and safety； the night seemed to steal away from him and he sank softly into intangible space and rest and slumber。
Venters awakened to the sound of melody that he imagined was only the haunting echo of dream music。 He opened his eyes to another surprise of this valley of