The Rim of the Desert

The Rim of the Desert

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Title: The Rim of the Desert
Author: Ada Woodruff Anderson
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[Illustration: He worked tirelessly, as though he was determined to
infuse her numb veins with his own vigor. FRONTISPIECE.]
THE RIM OF THE DESERT
BY
ADA WOODRUFF ANDERSON
AUTHOR OF "THE STRAIN OF WHITE," "THE HEART OF THE
RED FIRS," ETC.
WITH FRONTISPIECE BY MONTE CREWS

1915

To the Memory of MY MOTHER
A gentle and appreciative critic, the only one, perhaps, who re-read my
previous books with pleasure and found no flaw in them, and who
would have had a greater interest than any other in this publication.

FOREWORD
The desert of this story is that semi-arid region east of the upper
Columbia. It is cut off from the moisture laden winds of the Pacific by
the lofty summits of the Cascade Mountains which form its western rim,
and for many miles the great river crowds the barrier, winding,
breaking in rapids, seeking a way through. To one approaching this rim
from the dense forests of the westward slopes, the sage grown levels
seem to stretch limitless into the far horizon, but they are broken by
hidden coulees; in propitious seasons reclaimed areas have yielded
phenominal crops of wheat, and under irrigation the valley of one of the
two tributaries from the west, wherein lies Hesperides Vale, has
become a garden spot of the world.
To the initiated I wish to say if in the chapters touching on the Alaska
coal cases I have followed too literally the statements of prominent
men, it was not in an effort to portray them but merely to represent as
clearly as possible the Alaska situation.
ADA WOODRUFF ANDERSON.

CONTENTS

CHAPTER
I THE MAN WHO NEVER CAME BACK II THE QUESTION III
FOSTER TOO IV SNOQUALMIE PASS AND A BROKEN AXLE V
APPLES OF EDEN VI NIP AND TUCK VII A NIGHT ON THE
MOUNTAIN ROAD VIII THE BRAVEST WOMAN HE EVER
KNEW IX THE DUNES OF THE COLUMBIA X A WOMAN'S
HEART-STRINGS XI THE LOOPHOLE XII "WHOM THE GODS
WOULD DESTROY" XIII "A LITTLE STREAK OF LUCK" XIV ON
BOARD THE AQUILA XV THE STORY OF THE TENAS

PAPOOSE XVI THE ALTERNATIVE XVII "ALL THESE THINGS
WILL I GIVE THEE" XVIII THE OPTION XIX LUCKY BANKS
AND THE PINK CHIFFON XX KERNEL AND PEACH XXI
FOSTER'S HOUR XXII AS MAN TO MAN XXIII THE DAY OF
PUBLICATION XXIV SNOWBOUND IN THE ROCKIES AND "FIT
AS A MOOSE" XXV THE IDES OF MARCH XXVI THE
EVERLASTING DOOR XXVII KISMET, AN ACT OF GOD XXVIII
SURRENDER XXIX BACK TO HESPERIDES VALE XXX THE
JUNIOR DEFENDANT XXXI TISDALE OF ALASKA--AND
WASHINGTON, D.C. XXXII THE OTHER DOCUMENT XXXIII
THE CALF-BOUND NOTEBOOK
THE RIM OF THE DESERT

CHAPTER I
THE MAN WHO NEVER CAME BACK
It is in October, when the trails over the wet tundra harden, and before
the ice locks Bering Sea, that the Alaska exodus sets towards Seattle;
but there were a few members of the Arctic Circle in town that first
evening in September to open the clubhouse on the Lake Boulevard
with an informal little supper for special delegate Feversham, who had
arrived on the steamer from the north, on his way to Washington.
The clubhouse, which was built of great, hewn logs, with gabled eaves,
stood in a fringe of firs, and an upper rear balcony afforded a broad
outlook of lake and forest, with the glaciered heights of the Cascade
Mountains breaking a far horizon. The day had been warm, but a soft
breeze, drawing across this veranda through the open door, cooled the
assembly room, and, lifting one of the lighter hangings of
Indian-wrought elk leather, found the stairs and raced with a gentle
rustle through the lower front entrance back into the night. It had
caressed many familiar things on its way, for the walls were
embellished with trophies from the big spaces where winds are born.
There were skins of polar and Kodiak bear; of silver and black fox;

there were antlered heads set above the fireplace and on the rough,
bark-seamed pillars that supported the unceiled roof. A frieze of
pressed and framed Alaska flora finished the low gallery which
extended around three sides of