In fact, he did not know why he did so now.
"I quarreled with my people.

In one respect, anyway, I don't regret it.

It's rather a beautiful country." He sat, with his wide hat tilted back and the sun on his face, looking out upon the blue lake between the towering pines.

Their shadows floated in it, and tremendous slopes of rock ran up toward the gleaming snow on the farther side.

The bush lay very silent under the scorching sun, and it was filled with the heavy odors of the firs, in which there was a clogging, honey-like sweetness.
"It's a little difficult to understand why you seem to be content with track-grading.