A green-gray league-long cedar forest extended down toward Oak Creek.

Behind her the magnificent bulk of the mountains reached up into the stormy clouds, showing white slopes of snow under the gray pall.
The hoofs of the horses sank in the cinders.

A fine choking dust assailed Carley's nostrils.

Presently, when there appeared at least a third of the ascent still to be accomplished and Flo dismounted to walk, leading their horses.

Carley had no choice but to do likewise.