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The Man of the Desert   By: (1865-1947)

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The Man of the Desert

BY GRACE LIVINGSTON HILL

AUTHOR OF MARCIA SCHUYLER, PHOEBE DEANE, DAWN OF THE MORNING, LO, MICHAEL, ETC.

[Illustration]

GROSSET & DUNLAP PUBLISHERS NEW YORK

Made in the United States of America

Copyright, 1914, by FLEMING H. REVELL COMPANY

New York: 158 Fifth Avenue Chicago: 125 North Wabash Ave. Toronto: 25 Richmond Street, W. London: 21 Paternoster Square Edinburgh: 100 Princes Street

Contents

I. PROSPECTING 9

II. THE MAN 24

III. THE DESERT 43

IV. THE QUEST 64

V. THE TRAIL 86

VI. CAMP 101

VII. REVELATION 116

VIII. RENUNCIATION 130

IX. "FOR REMEMBRANCE" 148

X. HIS MOTHER 162

XI. REFUGE 180

XII. QUALIFYING FOR SERVICE 197

XIII. THE CALL OF THE DESERT 218

XIV. HOME 232

XV. THE WAY OF THE CROSS 253

XVI. THE LETTER 267

XVII. DEDICATION 284

I

PROSPECTING

It was morning, high and clear as Arizona counts weather, and around the little railroad station were gathered a crowd of curious onlookers; seven Indians, three women from nearby shacks drawn thither by the sight of the great private car that the night express had left on a side track the usual number of loungers, a swarm of children, besides the station agent who had come out to watch proceedings.

All the morning the private car had been an object of deep interest to those who lived within sight, and that was everybody on the plateau; and many and various had been the errands and excuses to go to the station that perchance the occupants of that car might be seen, or a glimpse of the interior of the moving palace; but the silken curtains had remained drawn until after nine o'clock.

Within the last half hour, however, a change had taken place in the silent inscrutable car. The curtains had parted here and there, revealing dim flitting faces, a table spread with a snowy cloth and flowers in a vase, wild flowers they were, too, like those that grew all along the track, just weeds. Strange that one who could afford a private car cared for weeds in a glass on their dining table, but then perhaps they didn't know.

A fat cook with ebony skin and white linen attire had appeared on the rear platform beating eggs, and half whistling, half singing:

"Be my little baby Bumble bee Buzz around, buzz around "

He seemed in no wise affected or embarrassed by the natives who gradually encircled the end of the car, and the audience grew.

They could dimly see the table where the inmates of the car were dining? it couldn't be breakfast at that hour surely. They heard the discussion about horses going on amid laughter and merry conversation, and they gathered that the car was to remain here for the day at least while some of the party went off on a horseback trip. It was nothing very unusual of course. Such things occasionally occurred in that region, but not often enough to lose their interest. Besides, to watch the tourists who chanced to stop in their tiny settlement was the only way for them to learn the fashions.

Not that all the watchers stood and stared around the car. No, indeed. They made their headquarters around the station platform from whence they took brief and comprehensive excursions down to the freight station and back, going always on one side of the car and returning by way of the other. Even the station agent felt the importance of the occasion, and stood around with all the self consciousness of an usher at a grand wedding, considering himself master of ceremonies... Continue reading book >>




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