Places were what she feared.

Places that she had loved while blindly believing she hated! There the narrow gap of green and blue split the looming red wall.

She was looking into West Fork.

Up there stood the cabin.

How fierce a pang rent her breast! She faltered at the crossing of the branch stream, and almost surrendered.
The water murmured, the leaves rustled, the bees hummed, the birds sang--all with some sad sweetness that seemed of the past.
Then the trail leading up West Fork was like a barrier.