Carley forgot about the impressive mountains behind her.

And as the ride wore into hours, such was her discomfort and disillusion that she forgot about Glenn Kilbourne.

She did not reach the point of regretting her adventure, but she grew mightily unhappy.

Now and then she espied dilapidated log cabins and surroundings even more squalid than the ruined forest.

What wretched abodes! Could it be possible that people had lived in them?
She imagined men had but hardly women and children.
Somewhere she had forgotten an idea that women and children were extremely scarce in the West.
Straggling bits of forest--yellow pines, the driver called the trees--began to encroach upon the burned-over and arid barren land.