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divisive strut


From: Sue Nicholson
Subject: divisive strut
Date: Wed, 20 Sep 2006 14:11:16 -0200

And that move was accompanied by a rattlingcrash, growing louder and more prolonged. For monthsdesolation, death, decay of Death Valley!
He lost his direction and clung to the burros, knowingtheir instinct to be surer guide than his. They cracked and bangeddown, and the debris rattled after them. Ashe gazed a large stone bounded from the ground and seemed to pass rightthrough the shack. Streaks were running low down in the brush raising little dusty streams. Startled to ahalt, Adam gazed down at his feet. Out there in the dimstarlight Virey staggered back and forth under the too great burden ofhis fate.
Adam could have pealed outa cry of dread for this woman. Virey could be plainly seen, embedded to his hips in the loose stones.
CHAPTER XXAdams return to camp was as vague as one of his desert nightmares. A time came when Adam rolled his last stone. Take it, my friend, and keep it, and look at it until it draws you toher. Adam climbed even as the rock boundeddown, and a few strides took him to one side. Tragic this situation had been from thebeginning, and it could have had but one end. To kill a man was elemental, as to save him was divine. Even now the little dusty slidesrolled from under him.
When Adam laid a hurried hand on a stone he did not leaveit there long.
The mountainsseemed far away and the stars close.
A time came when Adam rolled his last stone.
What a ghastly fantasy the struggle forlife in Death Valley!
Once he could not pullJennie out of a pitfall without unpacking her. Did it notmagnify a bounding rock and puff of dust into many rocks and puffs? As it whizzed past him Vireyslid another loose upon the slope.
It is theheart, the flesh, the bursting stream of red blood that count withnature. When shesquealed and sheered off to one side Adam knew something was amiss.
Most fortunate was the fact that the rising wind was at his back.
Death Valley and a primitive man have opened my eyes. Life was the onlyuttermost precious thing.
Many a burrohad saved its masters life by stubborn refusal to travel the wrong way. He felt the grey obscurity close over the scene.
Theterrible forces of nature became manifest.
At last the desert force within him had arisen above allspiritual obstacles.
His strength of limb soon rallied to rest and nourishment. The world and natural objects and old habits seemed far off.

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