Yet how could she have keener impressions than these she was receiving?
It was all a problem.

She grew tired of thinking.

But even then her mind pondered on, a stream of consciousness over which she had no control.

This dreary woods was deserted.

No birds, no squirrels, no creatures such as fancy anticipated! In another direction, across the canyon, she saw cattle, gaunt, ragged, lumbering, and stolid.