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To look at the river was to court terror； but I had to look。 It was an infernal thing。 It roared in hollow； sullen voice； as a monster growling。 It had voice； this river； and one strangely changeful。 It moaned as if in painit whined； it cried。 Then at times it would seem strangely silent。 The current as complex and mutable as human life。 It boiled； beat and bulged。 The bulge itself was an incompressible thing； like a roaring lift of the waters from submarine explosion。 Then it would smooth out； and run like oil。 It shifted from one channel to another； rushed to the center of the river； then swung close to one shore or the other。 Again it swelled near the boat； in great； boiling； hissing eddies。
〃Look！ See where it breaks through the mountain！〃 yelled Jones in my ear。
I looked upstream to see the stupendous granite walls separated in a gigantic split that must have been made by a terrible seismic disturbance； and from this gap poured the dark； turgid； mystic flood。
I was in a cold sweat when we touched shore； and I jumped long before the boat was properly moored。
Emmett was wet to the waist where the water had surged over him。 As he sat rearranging some tackle I remarked to him that of course he must be a splendid swimmer； or he would not take such risks。
〃No； I can't swim a stroke；〃 he replied； 〃and it wouldn't be any use if I could。 Once in there a man's a goner。〃
〃You've had bad accidents here？〃 I questioned。
〃No； not bad。 We only drowned two men last year。 You see； we had to tow the boat up the river； and row across； as then we hadn't the wire。 Just above； on this side； the boat hit a stone； and the current washed over her； taking off the team and two men。〃
〃Didn't you attempt to rescue them？〃 I asked； after waiting a moment。
〃No use。 They never came up。〃
〃Isn't the river high now？〃 I continued； shuddering as I glanced out at the whirling logs and drifts。
〃High； and coming up。 If I don't get the other teams over to…day I'll wait until she goes down。 At this season she rises and lowers every day or so； until June then comes the big flood； and we don't cross for months。〃
I sat for three hours watching Emmett bring over the rest of his party； which he did without accident； but at the expense of great effort。 And all the time in my ears dinned the roar； the boom； the rumble of this singularly rapacious and purposeful rivera river of silt； a red river of dark； sinister meaning； a river with terrible work to perform； a river which never gave up its dead。
CHAPTER 2。 THE RANGE
After a much…needed rest at Emmett's； we bade good…by to him and his hospitable family； and under the guidance of his man once more took to the wind…swept trail。 We pursued a southwesterly course now； following the lead of the craggy red wall that stretched on and on for hundreds of miles into Utah。 The desert； smoky and hot； fell away to the left； and in the foreground a dark； irregular line marked the Grand Canyon cutting through the plateau。
The wind whipped in from the vast； open expanse； and meeting an obstacle in the red wall； turned north and raced past us。 Jones's hat blew off； stood on its rim； and rolled。 It kept on rolling； thirty miles an hour； more or less； so fast； at least； that we were a long time catching up to it with a team of horses。 Possibly we never would have caught it had not a stone checked its flight。 Further manifestation of the power of the desert wind surrounded us on all sides。 It had hollowed out huge stones from the cliffs； and tumbled them to the plain below； and then； sweeping sand and gravel low across the desert floor； had cut them deeply； until they rested on slender pedestals； thus sculptoring grotesque and striking monuments to the marvelous persistence of this element of nature。
Late that afternoon； as we reached the height of the plateau； Jones woke up and shouted： 〃Ha！ there's Buckskin！〃
Far southward lay a long； black mountain； covered with patches of shining snow。 I could follow the zigzag line of the Grand Canyon splitting the desert plateau； and saw it disappear in the haze round the end of the mountain。 From this I got my first clear impression of the topography of the country surrounding our objective point。 Buckskin mountain ran its blunt end eastward to the Canyonin fact； formed a hundred miles of the north rim。 As it was nine thousand feet high it still held the snow； which had occasioned our lengthy desert ride to get back of the mountain。 I could see the long slopes rising out of the desert to meet the timber。
As we bowled merrily down grade I noticed that we were no longer on stony ground； and that a little scant silvery grass had made its appearance。 Then little branches of green； with a blue flower； smiled out of the clayish sand。
All of a sudden Jones stood up； and let out a wild Comanche yell。 I was more startled by the yell than by the great hand he smashed down on my shoulder； and for the moment I was dazed。
〃There！ look！ look！ the buffalo！ Hi！ Hi！ Hi！〃
Below us； a few miles on a rising knoll； a big herd of buffalo shone black in the gold of the evening sun。 I had not Jones's incentive； but I felt enthusiasm born of the wild and beautiful picture； and added my yell to his。 The huge； burly leader of the herd lifted his head； and after regarding us for a few moments calmly went on browsing。
The desert had fringed away into a grand rolling pastureland； walled in by the red cliffs； the slopes of Buckskin； and further isolated by the Canyon。 Here was a range of twenty…four hundred square miles without a foot of barb…wire； a pasture fenced in by natural forces； with the splendid feature that the buffalo could browse on the plain in winter； and go up into the cool foothills of Buckskin in summer。
From another ridge we saw a cabin dotting the rolling plain； and in half an hour we reached it。 As we climbed down from the wagon a brown and black dog came dashing out of the cabin； and promptly jumped at Moze。 His selection showed poor discrimination； for Moze whipped him before I could separate them。 Hearing Jones heartily greeting some one； I turned in his direction； only to he distracted by another dog fight。 Don had tackled Moze for the seventh time。 Memory rankled in Don； and he needed a lot of whipping； some of which he was getting when I rescued him。
Next moment I was shaking hands with Frank and Jim； Jones's ranchmen。 At a glance I liked them both。 Frank was short and wiry； and had a big； ferocious mustache； the effect of which was softened by his kindly brown eyes。 Jim was tall； a little heavier； he had a careless； tidy look； his eyes were searching； and though he appeared a young man； his hair was white。
〃I shore am glad to see you all；〃 said Jim； in slow； soft； Southern accent。
〃Get down； get down；〃 was Frank's welcomea typically Western one； for we had already gotten down； 〃an' come in。 You must be worked out。 Sure you've come a long way。〃 He was quick of speech； full of nervous energy； and beamed with hospitality。
The cabin was the rudest kind of log affair； with a huge stone fireplace in one end； deer antlers and coyote skins on the wall； saddles and cowboys' traps in a corner； a nice； large； promising cupboard； and a table and chairs。 Jim threw wood on a smoldering fire； that soon blazed and crackled cheerily。
I sank down into a chair with a feeling of blessed relief。 Ten days of desert ride behind me！ Promise of wonderful days before me； with the last of the old plainsmen。 No wonder a sweet sense of ease stole over me； or that the fire seemed a live and joyously welcoming thing； or that Jim's deft maneuvers in preparation of supper roused in me a rapt admiration。
〃Twenty calves this spring！〃 cried Jones； punching me in my sore side。 〃Ten thousand dollars worth of calves！〃
He was now altogether a changed man； he looked almost young； his eyes danced； and he rubbed his big hands together while he plied Frank with questions。 In strange surroundingsthat is； away from his Native Wilds； Jones had been a silent man； it had been almost impossible to get anything out of him。 But now I saw that I should come to know the real man。 In a very few moments he had talked more than on all the desert trip； and what he said； add