| | 1 | Author: | Austin, Mary | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | The Walking Woman  | | | | Published: | 1995 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | THE first time of my hearing of her was at Temblor. We had
come all one day between blunt whitish bluffs rising from mirage
water, with a thick pale wake of dust billowing from the wheels,
all the dead wall of the foothills sliding and shimmering with
heat, to learn that the Walking Woman had passed us somewhere in
the dizzying dimness, going down to the Tulares on her own feet.
We heard of her again in the Carrisal, and again at Adobe Station,
where she had passed a week before the shearing, and at last I had
a glimpse of her at the Eighteen-Mile House as I went hurriedly
northward on the Mojave stage; and afterward sheepherders at whose
camps she slept, and cowboys at rodeos, told me as much of her way
of life as they could understand. Like enough they told her as
much of mine. That was very little. She was the Walking Woman,
and no one knew her name, but because she was a sort of whom men
speak respectfully, they called her to her face, Mrs. Walker, and
she answered to it if she was so inclined. She came and went about
our western world on no discoverable errand, and whether she had
some place of refuge where she lay by in the interim, or whether
between her seldom, unaccountable appearances in our quarter she
went on steadily walking, was never learned. She came and went,
oftenest in a kind of muse of travel which the untrammeled space
begets, or at rare intervals flooding wondrously with talk, never
of herself, but of things she had known and seen. She must have
seen some rare happenings too—by report. She was at Maverick the
time of the Big Snow, and at Tres Pinos when they brought home the
body of Morena; and if anybody could have told whether de Borba
killed Mariana for spite or defense, it would have been she, only
she could not be found when most wanted. She was at Tunawai at the
time of the cloud-burst, and if she had cared for it could have
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