How splendid to see afar! She could see--yes--but what did she see?
Space first, annihilating space, dwarfing her preconceived images, and then wondrous colors! What had she known of color?
No wonder artists failed adequately and truly to paint mountains, let alone the desert space.

The toiling millions of the crowded cities were ignorant of this terrible beauty and sublimity.

Would it have helped them to see?
But just to breathe that untainted air, just to see once the boundless open of colored sand and rock--to realize what the freedom of eagles meant would not that have helped anyone?
And with the thought there came to Carley's quickened and struggling mind a conception of freedom.

She had not yet watched eagles, but she now gazed out into their domain.

What then must be the effect of such environment on people whom it encompassed?
The idea stunned Carley.
Would such people grow in proportion to the nature with which they were in conflict?
Hereditary influence could not be comparable to such environment in the shaping of character.
"Shore I could stand here all day," said Flo.