Max Brand,
The Untamed — Chapter I
(1919)
“ Overhead the buzzards, ominous black specks pendant against the white-hot sky, ruled the air.It seemed impossible that human beings could live in this rock-wilderness. If so, they must be to other men what the lean, hardy cattle of the hills are to the corn-fed stabled beeves of the States. ”
Max Brand,
The Untamed — Chapter I
(1919)
“ Over the shoulder of a hill came a whistling which might have been attributed to the wind, had not this day been deathly calm. It was fit music for such a scene, for it seemed neither of heaven nor earth, but the soul of the great god Pan come back to earth to charm those nameless rocks with his wild, sweet piping. It changed to harmonious phrases loosely connected. Such might be the exultant improvisations of a master violinist.A great wolf, or a dog as tall and rough coated as a wolf, trotted around the hillside. ”
Max Brand,
The Untamed — Chapter I
(1919)
“ Hardy cattle moved singly or in small groups and browsed on the withered bunch grass. Summer scorched them, winter humped their backs with cold and arched up their bellies with famine, but they were a breed schooled through generations for this fight against nature. ”
