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Which The Road Wound Southward, And Eventually Down Into A Wide Shallow
Canyon. Through The Trees Carley Saw A Stream Of Water, Open Fields Of
Green, Log Fences And Cabins, And Blue Smoke. She Heard The Chug Of A
Gasoline Engine And The Baa-Baa Of Sheep. Glenn Waited For Her To Catch Up
With Him, And He Said: "Carley, This Is One Of Hutter's Sheep Camps. It's
Not A--A Very Pleasant Place. You Won't Care To See The Sheep-Dip. So I'm
Suggesting You Wait Here--"
Chapter 5 Pg 81
"Nothing Doing, Glenn," She Interrupted. "I'm Going To See What There Is To
See."
"But, Dear--The Men--The Way They Handle Sheep--They'll--Really It's No
Sight For You," He Floundered.
"Why Not?" She Inquired, Eying Him.
"Because, Carley--You Know How You Hate The--The Seamy Side Of Things. And
The Stench--Why, It'll Make You Sick!"
"Glenn, Be On The Level," She Said. "Suppose It Does. Wouldn't You Think
More Of Me If I Could Stand It?"
"Why, Yes," He Replied, Reluctantly, Smiling At Her, "I Would. But I Wanted
To Spare You. This Trip Has Been Hard. I'm Sure Proud Of You. And, Carley--
You Can Overdo It. Spunk Is Not Everything. You Simply Couldn't Stand
This."
"Glenn, How Little You Know A Woman!" She Exclaimed. "Come Along And Show
Me Your Old Sheep-Dip."
They Rode Out Of The Woods Into An Open Valley That Might Have Been
Picturesque If It Had Not Been Despoiled By The Work Of Man. A Log Fence
Ran Along The Edge Of Open Ground And A Mud Dam Held Back A Pool Of
Stagnant Water, Slimy And Green. As Carley Rode On The Baa-Baa Of Sheep
Became So Loud That She Could Scarcely Hear Glenn Talking.
Several Log Cabins, Rough Hewn And Gray With Age, Stood Down Inside The
Inclosure; And Beyond There Were Large Corrals. From The Other Side Of
These Corrals Came Sounds Of Rough Voices Of Men, A Trampling Of Hoofs,
Heavy Splashes, The Beat Of An Engine, And The Incessant Baaing Of The
Sheep.
At This Point The Members Of Hutter's Party Dismounted And Tied Their
Horses To The Top Log Of The Fence. When Carley Essayed To Get Off Glenn
Tried To Stop Her, Saying She Could See Well Enough From There. But Carley
Got Down And Followed Flo. She Heard Hutter Call To Glenn: "Say, Ryan Is
Short Of Men. We'll Lend A Hand For A Couple Of Hours."
Presently Carley Reached Flo's Side And The First Corral That Contained
Sheep. They Formed A Compact Woolly Mass, Rather White In Color, With A
Tinge Of Pink. When Flo Climbed Up On The Fence The Flock Plunged As One
Animal And With A Trampling Roar Ran To The Far Side Of The Corral. Several
Old Rams With Wide Curling Horns Faced Around; And Some Of The Ewes Climbed
Up On The Densely Packed Mass. Carley Rather Enjoyed Watching Them. She
Chapter 5 Pg 82Surely Could Not See Anything Amiss In This Sight.
The Next Corral Held A Like Number Of Sheep, And Also Several Mexicans Who
Were Evidently Driving Them Into A Narrow Lane That Led Farther Down.
Carley Saw The Heads Of Men Above Other Corral Fences, And There Was Also A
Thick Yellowish Smoke Rising From Somewhere.
"Carley, Are You Game To See The Dip?" Asked Flo, With Good Nature That Yet
Had A Touch Of Taunt In It.
"That's My Middle Name," Retorted Carley, Flippantly.
Both Glenn And This Girl Seemed To Be Bent Upon Bringing Out Carley's Worst
Side, And They Were Succeeding. Flo Laughed. The Ready Slang Pleased Her.
She Led Carley Along That Log Fence, Through A Huge Open Gate, And Across A
Wide Pen To Another Fence, Which She Scaled. Carley Followed Her, Not
Particularly Overanxious To Look Ahead. Some Thick Odor Had Begun To Reach
Carley's Delicate Nostrils. Flo Led Down A Short Lane And Climbed Another
Fence, And Sat Astride The Top Log. Carley Hurried Along To Clamber Up To
Her Side, But Stood Erect With Her Feet On The Second Log Of The Fence.
Then A Horrible Stench Struck Carley Almost Like A Blow In The Face, And
Before Her Confused Sight There Appeared To Be Drifting Smoke And Active
Men And Running Sheep, All Against A Background Of Mud. But At First It Was
The Odor That Caused Carley To Close Her Eyes And Press Her Knees Hard
Against The Upper Log To Keep From Reeling. Never In Her Life Had Such A
Sickening Nausea Assailed Her. It Appeared To Attack Her Whole Body. The
Forerunning Qualm Of Seasickness Was As Nothing To This. Carley Gave A
Gasp, Pinched Her Nose Between Her Fingers So She Could Not Smell, And
Opened Her Eyes.
Directly Beneath Her Was A Small Pen Open At One End Into Which Sheep Were
Being Driven From The Larger Corral. The Drivers Were Yelling. The Sheep In
The Rear Plunged Into Those Ahead Of Them, Forcing Them On. Two Men Worked
In This Small Pen. One Was A Brawny Giant In Undershirt And Overalls That
Appeared Filthy. He Held A Cloth In His Hand And Strode Toward The Nearest
Sheep. Folding The Cloth Round The Neck Of The Sheep, He Dragged It
Forward, With An Ease Which Showed Great Strength, And Threw It Into A Pit
Chapter 5 Pg 83That Yawned At The Side. Souse Went The Sheep Into A Murky, Muddy Pool And
Disappeared. But Suddenly Its Head Came Up And Then Its Shoulders. And It
Began Half To Walk And Half Swim Down What Appeared To Be A Narrow Boxlike
Ditch That Contained Other Floundering Sheep. Then Carley Saw Men On Each
Side Of This Ditch Bending Over With Poles That Had Crooks At The End, And
Their Work Was To Press And Pull The Sheep Along To The End Of The Ditch,
And Drive Them Up A Boarded Incline Into Another Corral Where Many Other
Sheep Huddled, Now A Dirty Muddy Color Like The Liquid Into Which They Had
Been Emersed. Souse! Splash! In Went Sheep After Sheep. Occasionally One
Did Not Go Under. And Then A Man Would Press It Under With The Crook And
Quickly Lift Its Head. The Work Went On With Precision And Speed, In Spite
Of The Yells And Trampling And Baa-Baas, And The Incessant Action That Gave
An Effect Of Confusion.
Carley Saw A Pipe Leading From A Huge Boiler To The Ditch. The Dark Fluid
Was Running Out Of It. From A Rusty Old Engine With Big Smokestack Poured
The Strangling Smoke. A Man Broke Open A Sack Of Yellow Powder And Dumped
It Into The Ditch. Then He Poured An Acid-Like Liquid After It.
"Sulphur And Nicotine," Yelled Flo Up At Carley. "The Dip's Poison. If A
Sheep Opens His Mouth He's Usually A Goner. But Sometimes They Save One."
Carley Wanted To Tear Herself Away From This Disgusting Spectacle. But It
Held Her By Some Fascination. She Saw Glenn And Hutter Fall In Line With
The Other Men, And Work Like Beavers. These Two Pacemakers In The Small Pen
Kept The Sheep Coming So Fast That Every Worker Below Had A Task Cut Out
For Him. Suddenly Flo Squealed And Pointed.
"There! That Sheep Didn't Come Up," She Cried. "Shore He Opened His Mouth."
Then Carley Saw Glenn Energetically Plunge His Hooked Pole In And Out And
Around Until He Had Located The Submerged Sheep. He Lifted Its Head Above
The Dip. The Sheep Showed No Sign Of Life. Down On His Knees Dropped Glenn,
To Reach The Sheep With Strong Brown Hands, And To Haul It Up On The
Ground, Where It Flopped Inert. Glenn Pummeled It And Pressed It, And
Worked On It Much As Carley Had Seen A Life-Guard Work Over A Half-Drowned
Man. But The Sheep Did Not Respond To Glenn's Active Administrations.
"No Use, Glenn," Yelled Hutter, Hoarsely. "That One's A Goner."
Carley Did Not Fail To Note The State Of Glenn's Hands And Arms And
Overalls When He Returned To The Ditch Work. Then Back And Forth Carley's
Gaze Went From One End To The Other Of That Scene. And Suddenly It Was
Arrested And Held By The Huge Fellow Who Handled The Sheep So Brutally.
Chapter 5 Pg 84Carley Was Impelled To Look At His Face, And She Was Amazed To Meet The
Rawest And Boldest Stare From Evil Eyes That Had Ever Been Her Misfortune
To Incite. She Felt Herself Stiffen With A Shock That Was Unfamiliar. This
Man Was Scarcely Many Years Older Than Glenn, Yet He Had Grizzled Hair, A
Seamed And Scarred Visage, Coarse, Thick Lips, And Beetling Brows, From
Under Which Peered Gleaming Light Eyes. At Every Turn He Flashed Them Upon
Carley's Face, Her Neck, The Swell Of Her Bosom. It Was Instinct That
Caused Her Hastily To Close Her Riding Coat. She Felt As If Her Flesh Had
Been Burned. Like A Snake He Fascinated Her. The Intelligence In His Bold
Gaze Made The Beastliness Of It All The Harder To Endure, All The Stronger
To Arouse.
"Come, Carley, Let's Rustle Out Of This Stinkin' Mess," Cried Flo.
Indeed, Carley Needed Flo's Assistance In Clambering Down Out Of The
Choking Smoke And Horrid Odor.
"Adios, Pretty Eyes," Called The Big Man From The Pen.
"Well," Ejaculated Flo, When They Got Out, "I'll Bet I Call Glenn Good And
Hard For Letting You Go Down There."
"It Was--My--Fault," Panted Carley. "I Said I'd Stand It."
"Oh, You're Game, All Right. I Didn't Mean The Dip. . . . That
Sheep-Slinger Is Haze Ruff, The Toughest Hombre On This Range. Shore, Now,
Wouldn't I Like To Take A Shot At Him? . . . I'm Going To Tell
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