. The Ladies' home journal. FIRST DAYIUDDENLY ablaze with lightnings, the piled-up thundercloudswept across the tops of the mountains. With celestial uncon-cern the blasting strokes fell here or there—to splinter asnag-top fir on Donner Peak, bring down a telegraph pole atBlue Canyon, play around a water tank at Emigrant Gap,split an oak tree by a nameless meadow and kill the buckthat was standing beneath. Intermittently the flashes pierced thedimness of the shadowed afternoon, thunder echoed along thecanyons, and rain fell spottedly. Then the drumming showersdiminished to scattered drops; the
. The Ladies' home journal. FIRST DAYIUDDENLY ablaze with lightnings, the piled-up thundercloudswept across the tops of the mountains. With celestial uncon-cern the blasting strokes fell here or there—to splinter asnag-top fir on Donner Peak, bring down a telegraph pole atBlue Canyon, play around a water tank at Emigrant Gap,split an oak tree by a nameless meadow and kill the buckthat was standing beneath. Intermittently the flashes pierced thedimness of the shadowed afternoon, thunder echoed along thecanyons, and rain fell spottedly. Then the drumming showersdiminished to scattered drops; the cloud edge faded from green-ish black to gentle gray, and the atmosphere grew lighter. The lookout turned off the broadcast. All she could get wasone Reno station. Its program was not much at best, and duringthe last few minutes had been interrupted by squawks andcrackles, as if a thunderstorm must be somewhere at work. Aftershe had flipped the switch, the telephone rang. She listened—long, short, short, short—her si
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