Excerpt from The Call of the Bells: A Novel Not a breath of wind stirred. From the pitiless steel blue Sky, unbroken from horizon to horizon by even the fleck Of a cloud that might have given promise of relief for the morrow, blazed the sunshine of a midsummer afternoon on the Colorado desert. The heat haze clothed the face of the landscape as with a mantle of gossamer that blurred the outlines of Shrub and rock and the dis tant profile Of encompassing mountains. Every living thing had disappeared; even the restless black beetles of the sand ruts had sought siesta in shadowed and hidden places. The stillness was intense. N 0 sound, no move ment anywhere; all nature drowsed as by an opiate into somnolence! About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.