In a sense it had begun. Gregory had called two days before to ask
if she were comfortable. He was in his overalls (purposely), and had
refused at first to sit down, but finally had succumbed to the deepest
of the chairs before the log fire. He had finished by remaining for
supper, and again had occupied the chair until eleven o’clock. Neither
had suspected the other’s secret passion, for love before union, being
nine parts imagination, needs solitude for indulgence, and is capable,
moreover, of long and satisfying quietudes if fed with externals. There
was sheer delight in sitting together by that warm intimate fire,
at the dining-table at the end of the long shadowy room, in feeling
cut off from the world on the edge of that rough mountain camp, in
listening to the soughing of the pines during the silences. That both
were on their guard lest the other take fright and the experience
be impossible of repetition but exaggerated the atmosphere of
friendliness, of almost sexless comradeship. Gregory betrayed one only
of his reflections: he admitted to himself what Ora subtly compelled
him to admit, and had no difficulty in divining, that the companionship
of woman was a blessed thing, and that he had been the loneliest of men.
Their talk was mainly of ores! She was permitted to learn how little
else interested him in comparison with the enthralling inside of
Montana. But he told her also the legends of the great copper mines on
Lake Superior, so old that copper was found pure, looking much like the
smelted product from the copper ores of the later geological formations
of the Rocky Mountains. These vast mines, particularly that on Isle
Royal, bore unmistakable signs of having been worked systematically
by a prehistoric people experienced in mining; presumably by the
Atlantans, who, after their own mines were worked out and they still
demanded “orichalcum” for their monuments and bronze for their
implements, went annually in ships for the metal. That there had been
a self-supporting mining colony on Isle Royal was indicated by certain
agricultural remains.
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