Ah, never in all the world was a place like this Eden, this man's Eden of Heart's Desire! A gentle wind sighed up the valley from the narrow canon mouth, as it did every day.

There was no variableness.

Surprises did not come thither.

The world ran always in one pleasant and unchanging groove.
But the breeze this evening brought no smile of content to Dan Anderson's face as he sat waiting for the coming of the new and fateful visitor to our ancient Eden.
"They'll be about at the Carrizoso Springs now," said Dan Anderson, "twelve miles away down the trail.

Can't you smell the cold cream ?" This was beyond ken, but he became more explicit.