A blow had fallen upon her, the nature of which only time could divulge.
Glenn led her around the clearing and up to the base of the west wall, where against a shelving portion of the cliff had been constructed a rude fence of poles.

It formed three sides of a pen, and the fourth side was solid rock.

A bushy cedar tree stood in the center.

Water flowed from under the cliff, which accounted for the boggy condition of the red earth.

This pen was occupied by a huge sow and a litter of pigs.
Carley climbed on the fence and sat there while Glenn leaned over the top pole and began to wax eloquent on a subject evidently dear to his heart.