"Under the Hat Brim Drawn Forward to His Line of Vision
His Eyes ... Gazed Forth Keen and Observant"
The Ventisquero Range stretches across the circumference of one's vision in a
procession of mountains that come tall and blue out of the distant north and
seemingly march past to vanish in the remote south like azure phantoms. The
mountains wall the horizon and dominate the mesa, their black forest-clad flanks
crumpled and broken and gashed by cañons, lifting above timber-line peaks of
bare brown rock that pierce the clouds floating along the range. At sunrise they
cast immense shadows upon the mesa spreading westward from their base; and at
sunset they reflect golden and purple glows upon the plain until the earth
appears swimming in some iridescent sea of ether; while over them from dawn till
dusk, traversed by a few fleecy clouds, lies the turquoise sky of New
Mexico.
At a certain point in the range a small cañon opens upon the mesa with a gush
of gravel and sand that flows a short way into the sagebrush and forms a creek
bed. Tucked back in the little cañon there is a considerable growth of bushes
and trees, cool and fresh-looking in the shadow of the gorge during the summer
season, a splash of vivid green there at the bottom of the dusty gray mountain,
but at the cañon's mouth this verdure ceases.
Only an insignificant stream of water ran, one
day, in the stony creek bed that meandered out upon the mesa, and it appeared
under the hot July sun and among the hot stones for all the world like a rivulet
of liquid glass. That was all the mesa had to show, only its endless gray
sagebrush and the creek bed almost dry—unless one should reckon the three
parched cottonwood trees beside the stream, a little way down from the cañon,
and the flat-roofed adobe house near by, and the empty corral behind built of
aspen poles. In that immensity of mountain and mesa the house looked like a
brick of sun-baked mud, the corral like a child's device of straws, the three
cottonwoods like three twigs stuck in the earth. Or, at any rate, that is how
they appeared to a horseman regarding them from the main mesa trail a mile
away.