This was one dense line of slender aspens from which came the low splashing of water.
And the terrace, lying open to the west, afforded unobstructed view of the valley of green treetops.
For his camp Venters chose a shady, grassy plot between the silver spruces and the cliff.

Here, in the stone wall, had been wonderfully carved by wind or washed by water several deep caves above the level of the terrace.

They were clean, dry, roomy.
He cut spruce boughs and made a bed in the largest cave and laid the girl there.

The first intimation that he had of her being aroused from sleep or lethargy was a low call for water.
He hurried down into the ravine with his canteen.

It was a shallow, grass-green place with aspens growing up everywhere.