In Blue Creek Cañon — Key Ideas to Explore
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A strong southeast wind was blowing up the canon and driving before it the dense yellow smoke which rolled up from the great red chimneys of the smelter. To the east and west of the town, the mountains rose abruptly, their steep sides bare or covered with patches of yellow pine. At the north, the canon closed in to form a narrow gorge between the mountains; but towards the south it opened out into a broad valley, through which the swiftly rushing creek twisted and turned along its willow-bordered bed. A half mile below the town the creek suddenly broadened into a little lake that was now frozen over, forming a sheet of dazzling ice, upon which a quartette of boys and girls were darting about on skates.
"Ugh!" gasped one of the boys, as a sudden gust of wind, coming straight from the east, brought the stifling cloud in their direction; "I'm glad I'm not up in town this afternoon. It's getting ready for a storm, I think, from the way the smoke comes down; and they must be catching it all, up there."
"Oh, dear!" sighed the girl with whom he was skating; "if it storms 'twill be sure to be more snow, and spoil the ice. It's too bad, for we get so little skating out here, and it's almost time to go home now. Just see how low the sun is getting!"
"Never mind, Marjorie," said the boy, as he paused to breathe on his cold fingers; then held out his hand to her once more. "We'll have one more go across the pond, anyway, for there's no knowing when we'll have another chance. You take Allie, Ned, and we'll race you, two and two, over to that largest stump. Come on, and get into line. One! two! _three!_"
Away they flew, the bright blades of their skates flashing in the long slanting rays of the late afternoon sun, and their eyes and cheeks glowing with the cold air and rapid exercise. Marjorie and her attendant knight were the first to reach the goal, and turned, panting, to face the others as they came up to them.
"That was just fine!" exclaimed Allie's companion, as he dropped her hand and spun around in a narrow circle which sent the chips of ice flying from under his heel. "Don't let's go home just yet, 't won't be dark for an hour anyway, and we can go up in fifteen minutes. I'll race you over to the other side and back again, Howard, while the girls are getting their breath."
"You don't mind being left, Allie?" And the taller boy glanced at the girls.
"All right, just for once," said Allie; "then we really ought to go up, Howard; mamma wants us to be home in good season to-night, for dinner is going to be early, so papa can get the train down."
"Is your father going away again?" asked Marjorie, as the girls skated idly to and fro, waiting for the boys to join them. "I thought he came in from camp only this morning."
"So he did," answered her friend, burying her small nose in her muff for a moment, as she faced the cutting wind. "He's only going down to Pocatello to-night, and out on the main line a little ways, to meet Charlie MacGregor, our cousin that's coming."
"Yes," nodded Marjorie, in acquiescence; "I remember now; I'd forgotten he was coming so soon. What fun you'll have with him, Allie! I wish I had a brother, or cousin, or something."
"Perhaps I shall wish I didn't have both," said Allie, laughing. "I don't know how he and Howard will get on. I think Howard doesn't want him much; but I'd just as soon he'd be here."
"What's he like?" queried Marjorie curiously.
"I haven't much idea; I've never seen him," said Allie. "Papa saw him when he was east last summer, and we have a picture of him taken ever so long ago."
"Who's that--Charlie MacGregor?" asked Howard, skating up to them at that moment. "He's not much to look at, Marjorie, if his picture's any good. He has a pug nose and wears giglamps, and I've a suspicion that he's a fearful dude. He'll be a tenderfoot, of course, but he'll get over that; but if he's a dude, we boys will make it lively for him."
The novel opens with a vivid tableau: four children skating on a frozen lake in a Montana mining town, enveloped by smoke from a smelter. The setting is immediately specific—the cañon, the mountains, the willow-bordered creek—and the dialogue reveals a close-knit group accustomed to teasing and mishaps. Ned’s prank with a sewing basket and Allie’s retaliation with a button establish a tone of affectionate rivalry. The excerpts then shift to a gulch walk, where the narrator describes the town’s barren streets and the cool relief of the pines, hinting at the contrast between domestic and wild spaces that will shape the story.
Opening on Ice: Setting and Voice
The first chapter, “A Council on Skates,” plunges readers into a specific time and place. The strong southeast wind, the “dense yellow smoke” from the smelter, and the “dazzling ice” of the lake are rendered in concrete detail. The dialogue is brisk and natural: Ned complains about the smoke, Allie worries about snow spoiling the ice, and their banter reveals character through action—Ned’s trick with the basket, Allie’s quick retaliation. The opening lines from Oliver Wendell Holmes, advising to “stick to each other through thick and thin,” serve as a thematic epigraph. A first reader should note how the physical environment—the cañon, the smelter, the ice—is not just backdrop but active presence, shaping the children’s play and concerns.
Domestic Interiors and Social Webs
The excerpts move from the ice to the Burnam home, where Mrs. Burnam invites the children to stop by later. The domestic space is lightly sketched but significant: Allie’s sewing basket, Ned’s mention of Cousin Euphemia’s ginger-tea remedy, and the casual invitation to “come along too” suggest a community where households are open and adults are peripheral but watchful. The narrator’s description of the town’s layout—numbered streets, empty lots, the schoolhouse on the boundary—implies a place in transition, raw and unfinished. For a first reading, these details build a sense of a small, interconnected society where private homes and public spaces overlap, and where the children’s adventures will likely be observed and commented upon by the adults.
The Gulch Walk: Contrasts and Foreshadowing
The walk up the gulch offers a deliberate contrast to the town. After the “burning glare on the dry, sandy soil,” the “cool shadows of the pines” provide relief. The narrator notes the gulch’s multiple names—Bear Gulch, Lover’s Gulch, Cemetery Gulch—each hinting at different uses and dangers. The children pick their way among “countless tin cans,” walk the rails, and leap over cattle-guards, their play underscoring the rough, industrial edge of their environment. Ned’s sudden “violent twitch” and exclamation “Look back!” introduces a moment of alarm, though the excerpt cuts off. A first reader should watch for how this gulch, with its layered associations, becomes a site of both adventure and peril later in the novel.
Voice and Narrative Rhythm
Anna Chapin Ray’s prose is efficient and observant, favoring action and dialogue over interior reflection. The narrative voice shifts between close third-person (following the children’s perceptions) and a more detached, descriptive tone (as in the gulch’s geography). The pacing is brisk: scenes change from ice to home to walk without lengthy transitions. The excerpts show a preference for concrete nouns—smoke, ice, tin cans, wood-piles—and verbs of motion: darting, clambering, trudging. For a first reading, this rhythm suggests a story driven by external events and physical movement, where character is revealed through what characters do and say rather than what they think. The incomplete excerpt at the gulch’s climax leaves a question hanging, inviting the reader to continue.
These early excerpts establish a world where the natural and industrial coexist, where children navigate both the freedoms of outdoor play and the constraints of domestic life. The opening’s emphasis on setting and social interplay prepares readers for a story that likely balances adventure with family dynamics. As you read, pay attention to how the gulch and the cañon recur, and whether the opening epigraph’s call for loyalty proves prescient.
That first chapter of In Blue Creek Cañon stayed with me—the way the frozen creek and quiet parlors said so much without anyone speaking. It reminded me how places can hold a story’s heartbeat. I felt something similar lingering after That Affair Next Door — Story, Setting & Ideas, where the house itself seems to whisper what the characters won’t. Some books just leave that gentle echo.
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