He tore a leaf from a memorandum-book and wrote a few lines.
"And you?"
"Oh, I'll look around here--I suppose there's not much beyond this?"
"No; the next claim is Gabriel Conroy's."
"Not much account, I reckon?"
"No? It pays him grub!"
"Well, dine with me at three o'clock, when and where you choose--you
know best. Invite whom you like. Good-bye!" And the great man's escort,
thus dismissed, departed, lost in admiration of the decisive promptitude
and liberality of his guest.
Left to himself, the stranger turned his footsteps in the direction of
Gabriel Conroy's claim. Had he been an admirer of Nature, or accessible
to any of those influences which a contemplation of wild scenery is apt
to produce in weaker humanity, he would have been awed by the gradual
transition of a pastoral landscape to one of uncouth heroics. In a few
minutes he had left the belt of sheltering pines and entered upon the
ascent of a shadowless, scorched, and blistered mountain, that here and
there in places of vegetation had put on the excrescences of scoria, or
a singular eruption of crust, that, breaking beneath his feet in
slippery grey powder, made his footing difficult and uncertain. Had he
been possessed of a scientific eye, he would have noted here and there
the evidences of volcanic action, in the sudden depressions, the abrupt
elevations, the marks of disruption and upheaval, and the river-like
flow of débris that protruded a black tongue into the valley below. But
I am constrained to believe the stranger's dominant impression was
simply one of heat. Half-way up the ascent he took off his coat and
wiped his forehead with his handkerchief. Nevertheless, certain
peculiarities in his modes of progression showed him to be not
unfamiliar with mountain travel. Two or three times during the ascent he
stopped, and, facing about, carefully resurveyed the path beneath him.
Slight as was the action, it was the unfailing sign of the mountaineer,
who recognised that the other side of the mountain was as yet an
undetermined quantity, and was prepared to retrace his steps if
necessary. At the summit he paused and looked around him.
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