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Geocryology
Geocryology
Stuart A. Harris
Department of Geography, University of Calgary, Calgary,Alberta, Canada
Anatoli Brouchkov
Geocryology Department, Faculty of Geology, Moscow State University,
Moscow, Russia
Cheng Guodong
Cold and Arid Regions Environmental and Engineering Research Institute,
Chinese Academy of Sciences, Lanzhou, China
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Names: Harris, Stuart A., author.
Title: Geocryology : Characteristics and Use of Frozen Ground and Permafrost Landforms /
Stuart A. Harris, Department of Geography, University of Calgary, Calgary Alberta, Canada,
Anatoli Brouchkov, Geocryology Department, Faculty of Geology, Moscow
State University, Moscow, Russia, Cheng Guodong, Cold and Arid Regions
Environmental and Engineering Research Institute, Chinese Academy of
Sciences, Lanzhou, China.
Description: First edition. | Boca Raton, Florida : CRC Press/Balkema is an
imprint of the Taylor & Francis Group, [2017] | Includes bibliographical
references and index.
Identifiers: LCCN 2017024668 (print) | LCCN 2017034592 (ebook) | ISBN
9781315166988 (ebook) | ISBN 9781138054165 (hardcover : alk. paper)
Subjects: LCSH: Frozen ground.
Classification: LCC GB641 (ebook) | LCC GB641 .H37 2017 (print) | DDC
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Preface xv
About the authors xvii
Acknowledgements xix
Dedication xxi
List of figures xxiii
List of tables xxxix
List of symbols xli
References 637
Subject index 755
Preface
suitable deposit is found, it is necessary to prove its quality and extent, which involves
building better quality roads to allow access for drilling equipment. When an adequate
venture has been discovered, further upgrading of the access is necessary to bring in
buildings, equipment, workers, and supplies, and to construct suitable waste disposal
facilities such as sumps. Power sources must be obtained, water supplies found and
buildings constructed as necessary. In order to get the products to market, it is essential
to have good, reliable, linear transportation routes such as roads and railways. People
must live in these areas to carry out the necessary work.
Indigenous people usually inhabit these remote areas, and also require modern facil-
ities and infrastructure. Where possible, they should be given employment in return for
the disturbance of their local surroundings. Furthermore, the natural environment and
wildlife must be protected as far as possible. These landscapes are very fragile and it is
essential to avoid serious damage, particularly of the type that makes the ways of life
of the indigenous people impossible. Pollution of the environment must be minimized,
and the waterways treated with respect. At the end of the life of a project, suitable
funds should have been set aside to clean up and rehabilitate the area. Unfortunately,
this is often not done.
Some permafrost areas are important grazing lands at low latitudes as well as at
high elevations such as on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau and in Mongolia. Large areas of
tiaga represent some of the largest contiguous forest resources. Any disturbance of the
vegetation can produce changes in ground temperature conditions, so that sustainable
use of these landscapes can be problematic.
This book is written by three scientists representing three countries with extensive
areas of permafrost and three different language groups. Together, they have had over
120 years of experience in dealing with permafrost problems around the world, and
they try to present a world view of what can be found in these areas. Similar problems
are found in each part of the permafrost realm, and a comparison of the knowledge
gained in different parts of the world shows considerable similarities. However, climate
and other factors produce significant local modifications, so that no one continent or
country exhibits the whole range of variability. For this reason, a global view seems
justified.
This book is organized into three parts. Part one consists of an introduction to
the characteristics of permafrost. It is organized in four chapters dealing with the
definition and characteristics of permafrost, the unique processes operating in areas of
frozen ground, the factors affecting it, and an explanation of its distribution. Part two
consists of seven chapters describing the characteristic landforms unique to permafrost
areas. Finally, the third part describes the extra problems encountered by engineers in
construction projects in permafrost areas, as well as by foresters and agriculturalists.
A good bibliography is provided, along with more than 350 illustrations to make the
book more user-friendly.
About the authors
change on permafrost. He has also carried out a research on the survival of microor-
ganisms in permafrost. In addition, he has acted as a geocryological consultant to
Gazprom and other Russian and international companies, and a permafrost expert
for World Meteorological Organization. He was a professor at Hokkaido University
(Japan, 2001–2004) and Tyumen State University (since 2005), publishing over 150
papers and books. In 2010, he succeeded the late Edward Yershov as Professor and
Head of the Geocryology Department of Moscow State University.
A number of living and deceased colleagues and organizations have kindly permitted
the use of their photographs in this book. Thanks are due to Vasily Bogoyaavlensky
(Figure 7.9), B. Burton (Figure 10.3), Mike Chambers (Figure 10.2), Lee and Barbara
Clayton (Figure 6.6), Hanna H. Christiansen (Figure 7.16), R. V. Desyatkin and A. V.
Desyatkin (Figure 11.17), R. O. van Everdingen (Figure 11.8), S. Fomin (Figure 5.20),
D. Froese (Figure 5.22), Aldar Gorbunov (Figure 9.13), M. Grigoriev (Figures 1.31,
6.4 & 6.8A), Gennady Griva (Figures 15.6 & 15.9), A. Gubarkov (Figures 5.3, 8.5 &
11.2), Bernard Hallet (Figure 10.1), Owen L. Hughes (Figure 11.6), B. M. Jones (Figure
11.37), V. Kondratiev (Figures 13.35, 14.18 & 14.19), A.G. Kostyaev, (Figure 6.8B),
I. W. Lee (Figure 14.25), A. G. Lewkowicz (Figure 7.43), J. Ross Mackay (Figures
7.3 & 11.13), V. Melnikov (Figure 13.7), A. Osokin (Figures 14.1, 14.12 & 14.22),
E. Pike (5.16), L. and S. Rollinson (2.8), M. Rosen (Figure 13.37), Vera Samsonova
(Figure 5.31, 6.2 & 13.25), M. K. Seguin (Figure 7.21), W. W. Shilts (Figure 11.10), C.
Scapozza (Figure 9.11), V. Singhroy (Figure 8.33), Tourismusverband Werfen (Figures
6.12 & 6.13), A. Cheng (Figure 11.8), J.-S. St. Vincent (Figure 11.35), G.-S. Wang
(Figure 17.9), Sizhong Wang (Figure 5.9), Yakutic Reindeer Tours (Figure 18.4), Y.-H.
You (Figure 17.5) and M. Zheleznyak (Figure 4.12). The rest of the photographs were
taken by one or other of the authors as indicated in the captions.
Several Journals have permitted the use of illustrations previously published in their
volumes including Arctic (Figures 1.8, 1.10, 3.17, 3.5, 3.6, 4.2, and iii.1), Arctic,
Antarctic and Alpine Research, formerly Arctic and Alpine Research, courtesy of the
Regents of the University of Colorado (Figures 7.22, 8.6, 8.7A, 10.10 and Table 1.1).
In addition, Elsevier (Table 3.1), Matti Seppälä (Figure 7.18) and V. Romanovsky
(Figure 2.7) have permitted the use of previously published figures. Figures 1.9, 1.13,
1.14, 2.23, 4.17, 13.8, 16.5, 18.12, 18.13 and Tables ii.2 are reproduced from the
book, The Permafrost Environment written by Stuart A. Harris and published in 1986.
In most cases, the diagrams have been redrawn by Robin Poitras of the Department of
Geography, University of Calgary, in order to bring the drawings to a consistent style
throughout this book. Pamela Harris kindly proof-read the manuscript, along with
Anatoli Brouchkov and Stuart Harris.
Dedication
This book is dedicated to our wives, Pamela Rosemary Harris, Marina Brouchkova and
Zhang Youfen, in appreciation of their endless patience, support and companionship
over the last several decades while we were carrying out research in Geocryology.
Without them, this book would not have been possible.
List of figures
3.4 Variation in mean soil heat flux and diurnal range of heat flux at 5 cm 91
depth on silt loams under various slope conditions
3.5 Distribution of continuous permafrost (>70%), discontinuous 92
permafrost and sporadic permafrost (<30%) using annual freeze-thaw
indices
3.6 Comparison of the degree of continentality of selected permafrost 93
areas
3.7 Thermal offsets in winter in the boreal forest of Alaska 94
3.8 Evolution of Rossby Waves with time as they move east 97
3.9 North-south section through the lower atmosphere showing the climatic 98
conditions occurring in 1980 A.D. in North America
3.10 The effect of positive (warming) snow pack thermal offset on the depth 100
of the active layer
3.11 Diagram showing the effect of various depths of snow cover on the 100
underlying ground temperatures
3.12 Effect of mean snow depth in winter on ground temperature at 150 cm 101
soil depth on Plateau Mountain
3.13 The lower limit of permafrost in the Andes compared with the average 103
in the Northern Hemisphere
3.14 Altitude of the 0◦ C isotherm and some other geographical boundaries 104
plotted against latitude
3.15 Comparison of modeled temperature field on the Matterhorn with that 105
for Plateau Mountain (a former nunatak)
3.16 Section north-south across Alaska showing the position and thickness of 106
permafrost
3.17 Anatomy of cold air drainage west of Fort Nelson, B.C. 107
3.18 Temperatures of cold still cP air mass plotted against presence or 108
absence of cold air drainage at Fox Lake, Yukon
3.19 Results of placing a road culvert too low in an area of ice-wedges 113
3.20 Ground temperatures in the upper 12 m between 1996 and 1999 at 114
Marmot Basin #2 borehole, Jasper National Park
3.21 Temperature regimes of cold, freshwater lakes in North America 116
3.22 Energy budget and thermal offsets in lakes 117
3.23 The influence of small lakes on the ground temperatures conditions 117
3.24 Relationship of the distribution of glaciers to the mean annual freezing 120
and thawing indices and permafrost zones
3.25 Permafrost distribution in relation to the Columbia Icefield in Banff 121
National Park
3.26 Ground temperatures in the borehole through the Antarctic ice cap 121
beneath the Vostock station in Antarctica
4.1 Approximate distribution of permafrost in the Northern Hemisphere 124
4.2 Distribution of permafrost zones along the Eastern Cordillera of western 124
North America
4.3 Diagrammatic north-south transect of permafrost in Central Siberia and 125
in North America
4.4 Distribution and relationship of permafrost with non-frozen ground as 126
traced from south to north
4.5 Nomenclature for permafrost in China 127
xxvi List of figures
4.6 The current geocryological map of Russia (1:2,500.000) showing mean 128
annual ground temperatures
4.7 The “Probability of Permafrost map’’ of Bonnaventure et al., 2012 132
4.8 Airborne electrical resistivity traverse at the junction of the Yukon and 133
Porcupine rivers
4.9 Detail of the variability in ground temperature around Twelvemile Lake, 133
Alaska, based on airborne resistivity
4.10 Detailed changes in permafrost temperatures over short distances 134
4.11 Permafrost in Russia 136
4.12 Permafrost thickness under the Russian Platform underlain by the 137
Yakutian Shield
4.13 Distribution of ice content in permafrost areas 138
4.14 Stratigraphy of three typical boreholes on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau 139
4.15 Oxygen isotope palaeotemperature record and geomagnetic polarity 141
timescale
4.16 Sketch showing various types of permafrost islands 143
4.17 Stability of permafrost in North America based on the distribution of 144
mean annual ground temperature
4.18 Vertical zones of permafrost in various climatic regions 144
5.1 Changes in dominant slope processes on slopes underlain by permafrost 146
in relation to mean annual air temperature and mean annual
precipitation
5.2 Distribution of individual cryogenic landforms with permafrost 147
zonation
5.3 An open frost crack on the Yamal Peninsula, Western Siberia 150
5.4 Polygons with raised marginal ridges and a lower centre, Prudhoe Bay, 151
Alaska
5.5 Distribution of thermal contraction cracking in peat and mineral 152
sediments with freezing and thawing indices
5.6 Diagram showing the development of ice-wedges 154
5.7 Ice-wedges of different ages cutting through part of the massive ice on 155
Herschel Island
5.8 The southern-most inactive ice wedge found at Yitulihe, China 156
5.9 “Shoulders’’ (upfolding of host) and “belts’’ (banding in ice) of the left 156
upper side of an ice-wedge
5.10 Diagram showing the difference in shape between epigenetic, syngenetic 157
and multi-stage ice-wedges
5.11 Multistage ice-wedge forming in peat at Yitulihe 158
5.12 Details of an active ice-wedge in Siberia 158
5.13 Relationship between soil and ice-wedges and mean annual ground 159
temperature for A, clay substrates and B, sand and gravel
5.14 Relationship between the distribution of active ice-wedges polygons and 160
freezing and thawing indices
5.15 Stresses and resultant changes that appear to have occurred in 162
ice-wedges on the Aldan River terraces shown diagrammatically
5.16 Irregular shapes of ice-wedges 162
5.17 Block diagram of ice-wedges forming a tessellated pattern 163
List of figures xxvii
6.20 Massive ice blocks in the ground along the Haul Road in Happy Valley, 211
Sagavairtok Quadrangle, Alaska
7.1 Spilt pingo, Tuktoyaktuk Peninsula 213
7.2 Solid pingo ice with occasional soil inclusions 216
7.3 Developing pingo scar, Mackenzie Delta 217
7.4 Hydrostatic (closed system) pingos growing on the floor of an alas near 218
Yakutsk, Siberia
7.5 Relationship of hydraulic and hydrostatic pingos to freezing and 219
thawing indices
7.6 A hydraulic pingo at Harigqiong, Qinghai-Tibet Plateau 220
7.7 Hydraulic pingo with a depression in the top 221
7.8 Section through the Kunlun Pass pingo 222
7.9 The Yarmal crater 223
7.10 A flat-surfaced, open system pingo, Qinghai-Tibet Plateau 223
7.11 Section in the pingo plateau shown in Figure 7.10 224
7.12 Massive injection ice in the pingo plateau 225
7.13 Seasonal frost mounds, North Fork Pass, Dempster Highway 226
7.14 Cross section of a seasonal frost mound 227
7.15 Icing blister and icing, Siberia 227
7.16 Drilling in a continental palsa and resulting core 228
7.17 Segregated ice in a lithalsa, Qinghai-Tibet Plateau 228
7.18 General model of the evolution of a maritime palsa 232
7.19 Distribution of maritime and continental palsas with freezing and 234
thawing indices
7.20 Distribution of active lithalsas and continental palsas with freezing and 236
thawing indices
7.21 Palsas on a flood plain at Sheldrake River, Québec 237
7.22 Water content (% by volume) in a Manitoba palsa 238
7.23 Distribution of peaty mounds and lithalsas with mean annual air 239
temperature and precipitation in the Yukon Territory
7.24 A lithalsa beside Marsh Lake, Yukon Territory 241
7.25 Lithalsa at Kangqiang, Qinghai-Tibet Plateau 243
7.26 Margin of a peat plateau, Robert Campbell Highway 245
7.27 Comparison of the average height of floating palsas with the thickness 245
of the icy core
7.28 Discrepancy between the expansion of water on freezing and actual 246
elevation of peat plateaus
7.29 Comparison of moisture contents and dry density for fen and peat 246
plateau samples
7.30 Thickness of the thawing fringe in peat plateaus 247
7.31 Relationship between stable icy peat plateaus and freezing and thawing 249
indices
7.32 Cryogenic earth hummocks, Lake Hosvgul 250
7.33 Pika mounds, Tibetan Plateau 251
7.34 Textures of mineral sediment in oscillating earth hummocks 253
7.35 Cross section of an oscillating earth hummock, Mongolia 254
7.36 Radiocarbon ages of organic matter in oscillating earth hummocks 255
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rampageous as a long-legged hill two-year-old.
“Mr. Hollister!” Betty quavered.
The engineer was nowhere to be seen. They called, and no answer
came. Betty’s heart dropped like a plummet. She turned upon her
father anguished eyes. They begged him to do something. He
noticed that her cheeks were blanched, the color had ebbed from her
lips. His daughter’s distress touched him nearly. He could not stand
that stricken look.
“I’ll find him,” he promised.
Jammed between two trees, upside down, with one end sticking out
of the snow, they found the wagon bed at the bottom of the ravine.
Forbes spoke to Reed in a low voice, for his ears alone.
“Not a chance in fifty of findin’ him in all this snow, an’ if we do, he’ll
not be alive.”
“Yes,” agreed the ranchman. “If a fellow knew where to look. But no
telling where the snow carried him.”
“Might still be under the wagon bed, o’ course.”
“Might be.”
A low groan reached them. They listened. It came again, from under
the bed of the wagon apparently.
“He’s alive,” Clint called to Betty.
The drooping little figure crouched in the snow straightened as
though an electric current had been shot through it. The girl waded
toward them, eager, animate with vigor, pulsing with hope.
“Oh, Dad. Let’s hurry. Let’s get him out.”
Reed rapped the wagon bed with his knuckles. “How about it,
Hollister? Hurt much?”
“Knocked out,” a weak voice answered. “Guess I’m all right now. Arm
scraped a bit.”
The handle of a shovel stuck out of the snow like a post. Lon worked
it loose, tore the lower part free, and brought it to the bed. He began
to dig. Reed joined him, using his leather gauntlets as spades. It took
nearly half an hour to get Hollister out. He came up smiling.
“Cold berth down there,” he said by way of comment.
“You’re not really hurt, are you?” Betty said.
“Nothing to speak of. The edge of the sled scraped the skin from my
arm. Feels a bit fiery. How about the horses?”
Lon and his employer were already at work on them. Three of the
animals had pawed and kicked till they were back on their feet. The
men helped them back to the road, after unhitching them from the
sled. It was necessary to dig the fourth horse out of a deep drift into
which it had been flung.
Betty sat beside Hollister in the wagon bed on a pile of salvaged
blankets. She felt strangely weak and shaken. It was as though the
strength had been drained out of her by the emotional stress through
which she had passed. To be flung starkly against the chance, the
probability, that Tug was dead had been a terrible experience. The
shock had struck her instantly, vitally, with paralyzing force. She
leaned against the side of the bed laxly, trying to escape from the
harrowing intensity of her feeling. That she could suffer so acutely,
so profoundly, was a revelation to her.
What was the meaning of it? Why had the strength and energy
ebbed from her body as they do from one desperately wounded? It
was disturbing and perplexing. She had not been that way when her
father was shot. Could she find the answer to the last question in the
way she had put it? Desperately wounded! Had she, until hope
flowed back into her heart, been that?
“You’re ill,” she heard a concerned, far-away voice say. “It’s been too
much for you.”
She fought against a wave of faintness before she answered. “I
suppose so. It’s—silly of me. But I’m all right now.”
“It’s no joke to be buried in an avalanche. Hello! Look there!”
Her gaze followed the direction in which he was pointing, the edge of
the bluff above. Two men were looking down from the place where
the slide had started. It was too far to recognize them, but one
carried a rifle. They stood there for a minute or two before they
withdrew.
“Do you think—that they—?”
His grave eyes met hers. “I think they attempted murder, and, thank
God! failed.”
“Don’t say anything to Dad—not now,” she cautioned.
He nodded assent. “No.”
Reed had looked at his watch just before the avalanche had come
down on them. The time was then ten o’clock. It was past two before
the outfit was patched up sufficiently to travel again.
Not till they were safely out of the hills and gliding into Paradise
Valley did the cowman ask a question that had been in his mind for
some time.
“Why do you reckon that slide came down at the very moment we
were in the ravine?”
“I’ve been wonderin’ about that my own se’f. O’ course, it might just
a-happened thataway.” This from Forbes.
“It might, but it didn’t.”
“Meanin’?”
“There was an explosion just before the slide started. Some one
dynamited the comb to send it off the bluff.”
“Are you guessin’, Clint? Or do you know it for a fact?”
“I’m guessing, but I pretty near know it.”
Betty spoke up, quietly, unexpectedly. “So do Mr. Hollister and I.”
The two ranchmen pivoted simultaneously toward her. They waited,
only their eyes asking the girl what she meant.
“While you were digging, Mr. Hollister saw two men up there. He
pointed them out to me.”
“And why didn’t you show ’em to me?” demanded her father.
“What would you have done if I had?” she countered.
“Done! Gone up an’ found out who they were, though I could give a
good guess right now.”
“And do you think they would have let you come near? We could see
that one of them had a rifle. Maybe both had. They didn’t stay there
long, but I was afraid every second that you’d look up and see them.”
The foreman grunted appreciation of her sagacity. “Some head she’s
got, Clint. You’d sure have started after them birds, me like as not
trailin’ after you. An’ you’d sure never have got to ’em.”
The cowman made no comment on that. “He timed it mighty close.
Saw us coming, of course, an’ figured how long it would take us to
reach where we did. Good guessing. An old fox, I’ll say.”
“Same here.”
“He didn’t miss smashing us twenty seconds,” Hollister said. “As it
was, that’s no kind of snowstorm to be out in without an umbrella
and overshoes.”
Betty looked at him and smiled faintly. It was all very well to joke
about it now, but they had missed being killed by a hair’s breadth. It
made her sick to think of that cackling little demon up there on the
bluff plotting wholesale murder and almost succeeding in his plan.
She lived over again with a bleak sinking of the heart that five
minutes when she had not known whether Tug Hollister was dead or
alive.
If he had been killed! She knew herself now. Justin’s instinct of
selfishness had been right, after all. His niggardliness resolved itself
into self-protection. He had been fighting for his own. Even his
jealousy stood justified. She had talked largely of friendship, had
deceived herself into thinking that it was expression of herself she
craved. That was true in a sense, but the more immediate blinding
truth was that she loved Hollister. It had struck her like a bolt of
lightning.
She felt as helpless as a drowning man who has ceased struggling.
CHAPTER XXXII
WITHOUT RHYME OR REASON
Tug pushed Betty from him. Out of a full tide of feeling he came to
consciousness of what he was doing.
“I can’t. I can’t,” he whispered hoarsely.
She understood only that something in his mind threatened their
happiness. Her eyes clung to his. She waited, breathless, still under
the spell of their great moment.
“Can’t what?” at last she murmured.
“Can’t ... marry you.” He struggled for expression, visibly in anguish.
“I’m ... outside the pale.”
“How—outside the pale?”
“I’ve made it impossible. We met too late.”
“You’re not—married?”
“No. I’m ... I’m—” He stuck, and started again. “You know. My vice.”
It took her a moment to remember what it was. To her it was
something done with ages ago in that pre-millennial past before they
had found each other. She found no conceivable relationship
between it and this miracle which had befallen them.
“But—I don’t understand. You’re not—”
She flashed a star-eyed, wordless question at him, born of a swift
and panicky fear.
“No. I haven’t touched it—not since I went into the hills. But—I
might.”
“What nonsense! Of course, you won’t.”
“How do I know?”
“It’s too silly to think about. Why should you?”
“It’s not a matter of reason. I tried to stop before, and I couldn’t.”
“But you stopped this time.”
“Yes. I haven’t had the headaches. Suppose they began again.
They’re fierce—as though the top of my head were being sawed off.
If they came back—what then? How do I know I wouldn’t turn to the
drug for relief?”
“They won’t come back.”
“But if they did?”
She gave him both her hands. There were gifts in her eyes—of faith,
of splendid scorn for the vice he had trodden underfoot, of faith
profound and sure. “If they do come back, dear, we’ll fight them
together.”
He was touched, deeply. There was a smirr of mist obscuring his
vision. Her high sweet courage took him by the throat. “That’s like
you. I couldn’t pay you a better compliment if I hunted the world over
for one. But I can’t let you in for the possibility of such a thing. I’d be
a rotten cad to do it. I’ve got to buck it through alone. That’s the price
I’ve got to pay.”
“The price for what?”
“For having been a weakling: for having yielded to it before.”
“You never were a weakling,” she protested indignantly. “You weren’t
responsible. It was nothing but an effect of your wounds. The doctors
gave it to you because you had to have it. You used it to dull the
horrible pain. When the pain stopped and you were cured, you quit
taking it. That’s all there is to it.”
He smiled ruefully, though he was deadly in earnest. “You make it
sound as simple as a proposition in geometry. But I’m afraid, dear, it
isn’t as easily disposed of as that. I started to take it for my
headaches, but I kept on taking it regularly whether I needed it for
the pain or not. I was a drug victim. No use dodging that. It’s the
truth.”
“Well, say you were. You’re not now. You never will be again. I’d—I’d
stake my head on it.”
“Yes. Because you are you. And your faith would help me—
tremendously. But I know the horrible power of the thing. It’s an
obsession. When the craving was on me, it was there every second.
I found myself looking for all sorts of plausible excuses to give way.”
“It hadn’t any real power. You’ve proved that by breaking away from
it.”
“I’ve regained my health from the hills and from my work. That
stopped the trouble with my head. But how do I know it has stopped
permanently?”
Wise beyond her years, she smiled tenderly. “You mentioned faith a
minute ago. It’s true. We have to live by that. A thousand times a day
we depend on it. We rely on the foundations of the house not to
crumble and let it bury us. I never ride a horse without assuming that
it won’t kick me. We have to have the courage of our hopes, don’t
we?”
“For ourselves, yes. But we ought not to invite those we love into the
house unless we’re sure of the foundations.”
“I’m sure enough. And, anyhow, that’s a poor cold sort of philosophy.
I want to be where you are.” The slim, straight figure, the dusky,
gallant little head, the eyes so luminous and quick, reproached with
their eagerness his prudent caution. She offered him the greatest gift
in the world, and he hung back with ifs and buts.
There was in him something that held at bay what he wanted more
than anything else on earth. He could not brush aside hesitations
with her magnificent scorn. He had lost the right to do it. His
generosity would be at her expense.
“If you knew, dear, how much I want you. If you knew! But I’ve got to
think of you, to protect you from myself. Oh, Betty, why didn’t I meet
you two years ago?” His voice was poignant as a wail.
“You didn’t. But you’ve met me now. If you really want me—well,
here I am.”
“Yes, you’re there, the sweetest girl ever God made—and I’m here a
thousand miles away from you.”
“Not unless you think so, Tug,” she answered softly, her dusky eyes
inviting him. “You’ve made me love you. What are you going to do
with me?”
“I’m going to see you get the squarest deal I can give you, no matter
what it costs.”
“Costs you or me?”
The sound in his throat was almost a groan. “Dear heart, I’m torn in
two,” he told her.
“Don’t be, Tug.” Her tender eyes and wistfully smiling lips were very
close to him. “It’s all right. I’m just as sure.”
He shook his head. “I’ve got to play the game,” he said miserably.
Betty talked, pleaded, argued with him, but his point of view
remained unchanged.
A reaction of irritation swept her. It was in part offended modesty.
She had offered herself, repeatedly, and he would not have her. How
did she know that he was giving the true reason? It might be only a
tactful way of getting rid of her.
“Play it then,” she replied curtly, and she walked out of the room
without another look at him.
He was astounded, shocked. He had been to blame, of course, in
ever letting his love leap out and surprise them. Probably he had not
made clear to her the obligation that bound him not to let her tie up
her life with his. He must see her at once and make her understand.
But this he could not do. A note dispatched by Ruth brought back the
verbal message that she was busy. At supper Betty did not appear.
The specious plea was that she had a headache. Nor was she at
breakfast. From Bridget he gathered that she had gone to the
Quarter Circle D E and would stay there several days.
“Lookin’ after some fencing,” the housekeeper explained. “That gir-
rl’s a wonder if iver there was one.”
Tug agreed to that, but it was in his mind that the fencing would have
had to wait if affairs had not come to a crisis between him and Betty.
He had no intention of keeping her from her home. Over the
telephone he made arrangements to stay at the Wild Horse House.
Clint, perplexed and a little disturbed in mind, drove him to town.
Most of the way they covered in silence. Just before they reached
the village, Reed came to what was in his mind.
“You an’ Betty had any trouble, Hollister?”
The younger man considered this a moment. “No trouble; that is, not
exactly trouble.”
“She’s high-headed,” her father said, rather by way of explanation
than apology. “But she’s the salt of the earth. Don’t you make any
mistake about that.”
“I wouldn’t be likely to,” his guest said quietly. “She’s the finest girl I
ever met.”
The cowman looked quickly at him. “Did she go to the Quarter Circle
D E because of anything that took place between you an’ her?”
“I think so.” He added a moment later an explanation: “I let her see
how much I thought of her. It slipped out. I hadn’t meant to.”
Reed was still puzzled. He knew his daughter liked the young fellow
by his side. “Did that make her mad?” he asked.
“No. I found out she cared for me.”
“You mean—?”
“Yes.” The face of the engineer flushed. “It was a complete surprise
to me. I had thought my feelings wouldn’t matter because she would
never find out about them. When she did—and told me that she—
cared for me, I had to tell her where I stand.”
“Just where do you stand?”
“I can’t marry. You must know why.”
Clint flicked the whip and the young team speeded. When he had
steadied them to a more sedate pace, he spoke. “I reckon I do. But
—you’ve given it up, haven’t you?”
“Yes.” He qualified the affirmative. “I’m not the first man who thought
he’d given it up and hadn’t.”
“Got doubts about it, have you?”
“No. I think I’m done with the cursed stuff. But how do I know?” Tug
went into details as to the nature of the disease. He finished with a
sentence that was almost a cry. “I’d rather see her dead than married
to a victim of that habit.”
“What did Betty say to that?”
“What I’d expect her to say. She wouldn’t believe there was any
danger. Wouldn’t have it for a minute. You know how generous she
is. Then, when I insisted on it, she seemed to think it was an excuse
and walked out of the room. I haven’t seen her since. She wouldn’t
let me have a chance.”
“I don’t see as there’s much you could say—unless you’re aimin’ to
renig.” Reed’s voice took on a trace of resentment. “Seems to me,
young fellow, it was up to you not to let things get as far as they did
between you an’ Betty. That wasn’t hardly a square deal for her. You
get her to tell you how she feels to you, an’ then you turn her down. I
don’t like that a-tall.”
Tug did not try to defend himself. “That’s one way of looking at it. I
ought never to have come to the house,” he said with humility.
“I wish you hadn’t. But wishing don’t get us anywhere. Point is, what
are we going to do about it?”
“I don’t see anything to do. I’d take the first train out if it would help
any,” Hollister replied despondently.
“Don’t you go. I’ll have a talk with her an’ see how she feels first.”
Hollister promised not to leave until he had heard from Reed.
CHAPTER XXXIV
BORN THAT WAY
It was impossible for Betty to escape the emotions that flooded her,
but she was the last girl to sit down and accept defeat with folded
hands. There was in her a certain vigor of the spirit that craved
expression, that held her head up in the face of disaster.
At the Quarter Circle D E she was so briskly businesslike that none
of the men would have guessed that she was passing through a
crisis. Except for moments of abstraction, she gave no evidence of
the waves of emotion that inundated her while she was giving orders
about the fencing of the northwest forty or the moving of the pigpens.
When she was alone, it was worse. Her longing for Hollister became
acute. If she could see him, talk with him, his point of view would be
changed. New arguments marshaled themselves in her mind. It was
ridiculous to suppose that a man’s past—one not of his own
choosing, but forced on him—could determine his future so greatly
as to make happiness impossible. She would not believe it. Every
instinct of her virile young personality rebelled against the
acceptance of such a law.
Tug’s persistence in renouncing joy had wounded her vanity. But at
bottom she did not doubt him. He had stood out because he thought
it right, not because he did not love her. In spite of her distress of
mind, she was not quite unhappy. A warm hope nestled in her
bosom. She loved and was loved. The barrier between them would
be torn down. Again they would be fused into that oneness which for
a blessed ten minutes had absorbed them.
Her father drove over in the rattletrap car. Ostensibly he had come to
discuss with her plans for fertilization and crops of the Quarter Circle
D E for the coming season.
“I took Hollister to town this morning. He wouldn’t stay any longer,”
Reed presently mentioned, as though casually.
“Oh! Why wouldn’t he stay?” Betty was rather proud of the
indifference she contrived to convey in her voice.
“Said he didn’t want to keep you away from home.”
“Was he keeping me away?” she asked.
“Seemed to think so. Wasn’t he?”
“I see you know all about it, Dad. What did he tell you?”
“I asked him point-blank what the trouble was between you and him.
He told me.”
A faint crimson streamed into her cheeks. “What did he say it was?”
“He’s afraid. Not for himself, but for you.”
“I think that’s awf’ly silly of him.”
“I’m not so sure about that, Bettykins. If there’s any doubt whatever,
he’d better wait till he’s certain.” He let his arm fall across her
shoulders with a gentleness she knew to be a caress. “Have you
found the man you want, dear? Sure about it?”
She smiled ruefully. “I’m sure enough, Dad. He’s the one that seems
in doubt.” To this she added a reply to a sentence earlier in his
period. “He didn’t say anything to me about waiting. His ‘No, thank
you,’ was quite definite, I thought.”
Clint’s wrath began to simmer. “If he’s got a notion that he can take
or leave you as he pleases—”
Betty put a hand on his arm. “Please, Dad. I don’t mean what I said.
It’s not fair to him. He doesn’t think that at all.”
“There’s no man in the Rockies good enough for you—”
“Are you taking in enough territory?” she teased, her face bubbling to
mirth. “I don’t even know whether you’re including Denver. Justin
came from there, and he’s too good for me.”
“Who says he’s too good?”
“Too perfect, then. I couldn’t live up to him. Never in the world.” Her
eyes fixed on something in the distance. She watched for a moment
or two. “Talking about angels, Dad. There’s the flutter of his engine
fan.”
Reed turned.
Merrick was killing the engine of his runabout. He came across to
them, ruddy, strong, well-kept. Every stride expressed the self-reliant
and complacent quality of his force.
The girl’s heart beat faster. She had not seen him since that
moment, more than two weeks ago, when they had parted in anger.
Her resentment against him had long since died. He had not been to
blame because they were incompatible in point of view and
temperament. It was characteristic of her that she had written to ask
him to forgive her if she had in any way done him a wrong. If she
could, she wanted to keep him for a friend.
He shook hands with them. Reed asked about the work.
“We’ve finished the tunnel and are laying the line of the main canal
between it and the draw where it runs into Elk Creek Cañon. Soon
as the ground is thawed out, I’ll have dirt flying on it,” the engineer
said.
“Lots of water in the dam?” asked the cowman.
“Full up. The mild weather this last week has raised it a lot. There’s a
great deal of snow in the hills. We’ll have no difficulty about a
sufficient supply.”
“Good. You’ve got old Jake Prowers beat.”
“Justin has done a big thing for this part of the country. That’s more
important than beating Mr. Prowers,” Betty said.
“Yes,” agreed Merrick impersonally. “By the way, the old fellow is still
nursing his fancied injuries. He was hanging around the dam
yesterday. I warned him off.”
“Say anything?” asked Clint.