The Call of the Canyon eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 283 pages of information about The Call of the Canyon.

The Call of the Canyon eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 283 pages of information about The Call of the Canyon.
soap.  Then he took down two queer little iron pots with heavy lids.  To each pot was attached a wire handle.  He removed the lids, then set both the pots right on the fire or in it.  Pouring water into the basin, he proceeded to wash his hands.  Next he took a large pail, and from a sack he filled it half full of flour.  To this he added baking powder and salt.  It was instructive for Carley to see him run his skillful fingers all through that flour, as if searching for lumps.  After this he knelt before the fire and, lifting off one of the iron pots with a forked stick, he proceeded to wipe out the inside of the pot and grease it with a piece of fat.  His next move was to rake out a pile of the red coals, a feat he performed with the stick, and upon these he placed the pot.  Also he removed the other pot from the fire, leaving it, however, quite close.

“Well, all eyes?” he bantered, suddenly staring at her.  “Didn’t I say I’d surprise you?”

“Don’t mind me.  This is about the happiest and most bewildered moment—­of my life,” replied Carley.

Returning to the table, Glenn dug at something in a large red can.  He paused a moment to eye Carley.

“Girl, do you know how to make biscuits?” he queried.

“I might have known in my school days, but I’ve forgotten,” she replied.

“Can you make apple pie?” he demanded, imperiously.

“No,” rejoined Carley.

“How do you expect to please your husband?”

“Why—­by marrying him, I suppose,” answered Carley, as if weighing a problem.

“That has been the universal feminine point of view for a good many years,” replied Glenn, flourishing a flour-whitened hand.  “But it never served the women of the Revolution or the pioneers.  And they were the builders of the nation.  It will never serve the wives of the future, if we are to survive.”

“Glenn, you rave!” ejaculated Carley, not knowing whether to laugh or be grave.  “You were talking of humble housewifely things.”

“Precisely.  The humble things that were the foundation of the great nation of Americans.  I meant work and children.”

Carley could only stare at him.  The look he flashed at her, the sudden intensity and passion of his ringing words, were as if he gave her a glimpse into the very depths of him.  He might have begun in fun, but he had finished otherwise.  She felt that she really did not know this man.  Had he arraigned her in judgment?  A flush, seemingly hot and cold, passed over her.  Then it relieved her to see that he had returned to his task.

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