It struck Carley as singular that she could not help being affected by mere weather, mere heights and depths, mere rock walls and pine trees, and rushing water.

For really, what had these to do with her?
These were only physical things that she was passing.

Nevertheless, although she resisted sensation, she was more and more shot through and through with the wildness and savageness of this canyon.
A sharp turn of the road to the right disclosed a slope down the creek, across which showed orchards and fields, and a cottage nestling at the base of the wall.

The ford at this crossing gave Carley more concern than any that had been passed, for there was greater volume and depth of water.

One of the horses slipped on the rocks, plunged up and on with great splash.