Patches of light green aspens showed strikingly against the dense black.

The great slope beneath Ellen was serrated with narrow, deep gorges, almost canyons in themselves.

Shadows alternated with clear bright spaces.

The mile-wide mouth of the canyon opened upon the Basin, down into a world of wild timbered ranges and ravines, valleys and hills, that rolled and tumbled in dark-green waves to the Sierra Anchas.
But for once Ellen seemed singularly unresponsive to this panorama of wildness and grandeur.

Her ears were like those of a listening deer, and her eyes continually reverted to the open places along the Rim.