WHOSE YOUNG HEARTS HAVE PRESERVED THE IDEALS OF OLD-FASHIONED ROMANCE THROUGH FIFTY-THREE YEARS OF WEDDED LIFE, THIS STORY IS AFFECTIONATELY DEDICATED BY Not even snow is as white as these great masses of congealed foam floating in a deep blue sky, six thousand feet above the sea, and yet somewhere out of this deep cool infinity flamed a sun that searched the mesa until it blistered and cracked. The alkali plain quivered and burst into spirals of heat that were visible to the eye. A cloud of dust hung like white smoke above the fiery trail over which a band of Indian police was slowly and painfully crawling. This dust is very penetrating and very irritating. The reins hung limp on the ponie…
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