He came readily, but halted a rod or so away, and made an attempt at wagging his tail, a function evidently somewhat difficult for him.

When she resumed trotting he followed her.
Old White Slides had lost all but the drabs and dull yellows and greens, and of course those pale, light slopes that had given the mountain its name.

Sage Valley was only one of the valleys at its base.

It opened out half a mile wide, dominated by the looming peak, and bordered on the far side by an aspen-thicketed slope.

The brook babbled along under the edge of this thicket.