CHAPTER IV
THE WEAKER VESSEL
The homestead rested upon the southern slope of a wood-crowned hill,
which was merely one of a swarm of hills of lesser or greater
magnitude. Westward, away in the distance, the silver sheen of the
main mountain range still continued to reflect the rainbow tints of a
radiant sunset.
It was a homestead to associate with hands less than 'prentice. There
was neither imagination nor very definite purpose in its planning. It
rather gave the impression of the driving of sheer necessity than the
enthusiasm of effort toward the achievement of a heartily conceived
purpose. Furthermore, it bore evident signs of a desire to escape as
far as possible the burdens of the life it represented.
The squalid two-roomed house was sunk into the backing to the sloping
hill. Its front and sides were of green logs and a mud plaster. Its
roof was of a primitive thatch, held secure from winter storms by
sapling logs lashed fast across it. The central doorway was filled by
a rough-boarded door, and the apertures left for added light were
covered with thin cotton material.
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