It was one of those natural parks, four miles long, which lie like heaven-planted gardens among the Colorado ranges.

The richest of grass clothed it; fine trees grew in clumps and clusters here and there; and the spaces about the house where fences of barbed wire defended the grass from the cattle, seemed a carpet of wild-flowers.
Clover exclaimed with delight at the view.

The ranges which lapped and held the high, sheltered upland in embrace opened toward the south, and revealed a splendid lonely peak, on whose summit a drift of freshly-fallen snow was lying.

The contrast with the verdure and bloom below was charming.
The cabin--it was little more--stood facing this view, and was backed by a group of noble red cedars.

It was built of logs, long and low, with a rude porch in front supported on unbarked tree trunks.