{"product_id":"2940013335943","title":"THE MAN OF THE FOREST","description":"CHAPTER I\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAt sunset hour the forest was still, lonely, sweet with tang of fir and\u003cbr\u003espruce, blazing in gold and red and green; and the man who glided on\u003cbr\u003eunder the great trees seemed to blend with the colors and, disappearing,\u003cbr\u003eto have become a part of the wild woodland.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eOld Baldy, highest of the White Mountains, stood up round and bare,\u003cbr\u003erimmed bright gold in the last glow of the setting sun. Then, as the\u003cbr\u003efire dropped behind the domed peak, a change, a cold and darkening\u003cbr\u003eblight, passed down the black spear-pointed slopes over all that\u003cbr\u003emountain world.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIt was a wild, richly timbered, and abundantly watered region of dark\u003cbr\u003eforests and grassy parks, ten thousand feet above sea-level, isolated\u003cbr\u003eon all sides by the southern Arizona desert--the virgin home of elk and\u003cbr\u003edeer, of bear and lion, of wolf and fox, and the birthplace as well as\u003cbr\u003ethe hiding-place of the fierce Apache.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSeptember in that latitude was marked by the sudden cool night breeze\u003cbr\u003efollowing shortly after sundown. Twilight appeared to come on its wings,\u003cbr\u003eas did faint sounds, not distinguishable before in the stillness.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMilt Dale, man of the forest, halted at the edge of a timbered ridge, to\u003cbr\u003elisten and to watch. Beneath him lay a narrow valley, open and grassy,\u003cbr\u003efrom which rose a faint murmur of running water. Its music was pierced\u003cbr\u003eby the wild staccato yelp of a hunting coyote. From overhead in the\u003cbr\u003egiant fir came a twittering and rustling of grouse settling for the\u003cbr\u003enight; and from across the valley drifted the last low calls of wild\u003cbr\u003eturkeys going to roost.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTo Dale's keen ear these sounds were all they should have been,\u003cbr\u003ebetokening an unchanged serenity of forestland. He was glad, for he had\u003cbr\u003eexpected to hear the clipclop of white men's horses--which to hear up\u003cbr\u003ein those fastnesses was hateful to him. He and the Indian were friends.\u003cbr\u003eThat fierce foe had no enmity toward the lone hunter. But there hid\u003cbr\u003esomewhere in the forest a gang of bad men, sheep-thieves, whom Dale did\u003cbr\u003enot want to meet.","brand":"SAP","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47147517870320,"sku":"2940013335943","price":0.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/2940013335943_p0.jpg?v=1763579557","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940013335943","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}