He made a sound in his throat as if he would cry out, but could not from horror or fear.

But the darkness hid his face, and the mountaineer, with mind intent upon his story, did not heed.
"He took an old cabin at the foot of the hill near where the sheep corral is now, and fixed it up to work in.

The shack had been built first by old man Dewey, him that the mountain's named after.
It was down there he painted the big picture of her a standin' by the big spring.

We never thought nothin' about her bein' with him so much.

Country folks is that way, Mr.Howitt, 'though we ought to knowed better; we sure ought to knowed better." The old giant paused and for some time sat with his head bowed, his forgotten pipe on the floor.
"Well," he began again; "he stopped with us all that summer, and then one day he went out as usual and didn't come back.