The canyon narrowed and the walls grew lower and the grass increased.

There was a decided ascent all the time.
Slone could find no evidence that the canyon had ever been traveled by hunters or Indians.

The day was pleasant and warm and still.

Every once in a while a little breath of wind would bring a fragrance of cedar and pinyon, and a sweet hint of pine and sage.

At every turn he looked ahead, expecting to see the green of pine and the gray of sage.