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Thus + he may be Mighty-Hunter, or Man-Afraid-of-a-Bear, according as he is + called by friend or enemy, and Scar-Face to those who knew him by the + eye's grasp only. No other fashion, I think, sets so well with the various + natures that inhabit in us, and if you agree with me you will understand + why so few names are written here as they appear in the geography. For if + I love a lake known by the name of the man who discovered it, which + endears itself by reason of the close-locked pines it nourishes about its + borders, you may look in my account to find it so described. But if the + Indians have been there before me, you shall have their name, which is + always beautifully fit and does not originate in the poor human desire for + perpetuity. + </p> + <p> + Nevertheless there are certain peaks, canons, and clear meadow spaces + which are above all compassing of words, and have a certain fame as of the + nobly great to whom we give no familiar names. Guided by these you may + reach my country and find or not find, according as it lieth in you, much + that is set down here. And more. The earth is no wanton to give up all her + best to every comer, but keeps a sweet, separate intimacy for each. But if + you do not find it all as I write, think me not less dependable nor + yourself less clever. There is a sort of pretense allowed in matters of + the heart, as one should say by way of illustration, "I know a man who..." + and so give up his dearest experience without betrayal. And I am in no + mind to direct you to delectable places toward which you will hold + yourself less tenderly than I. So by this fashion of naming I keep faith + with the land and annex to my own estate a very great territory to which + none has a surer title. + </p> + <p> + The country where you may have sight and touch of that which is written + lies between the high Sierras south from Yosemite—east and south + over a very great assemblage of broken ranges beyond Death Valley, and on + illimitably into the Mojave Desert. You may come into the borders of it + from the south by a stage journey that has the effect of involving a great + lapse of time, or from the north by rail, dropping out of the overland + route at Reno. The best of all ways is over the Sierra passes by pack and + trail, seeing and believing. But the real heart and core of the country + are not to be come at in a month's vacation. One must summer and winter + with the land and wait its occasions. Pine woods that take two and three + seasons to the ripening of cones, roots that lie by in the sand seven + years awaiting a growing rain, firs that grow fifty years before + flowering,—these do not scrape acquaintance. But if ever you come + beyond the borders as far as the town that lies in a hill dimple at the + foot of Kearsarge, never leave it until you have knocked at the door of + the brown house under the willow-tree at the end of the village street, + and there you shall have such news of the land, of its trails and what is + astir in them, as one lover of it can give to another. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0002" id="link2H_4_0002"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + THE LAND OF LITTLE RAIN + </h2> + <p> + East away from the Sierras, south from Panamint and Amargosa, east and + south many an uncounted mile, is the Country of Lost Borders. + </p> + <p> + Ute, Paiute, Mojave, and Shoshone inhabit its frontiers, and as far into + the heart of it as a man dare go. Not the law, but the land sets the + limit. Desert is the name it wears upon the maps, but the Indian's is the + better word. Desert is a loose term to indicate land that supports no man; + whether the land can be bitted and broken to that purpose is not proven. + Void of life it never is, however dry the air and villainous the soil. + </p> + <p> + This is the nature of that country. There are hills, rounded, blunt, + burned, squeezed up out of chaos, chrome and vermilion painted, aspiring + to the snowline. Between the hills lie high level-looking plains full of + intolerable sun glare, or narrow valleys drowned in a blue haze. The hill + surface is streaked with ash drift and black, unweathered lava flows. + After rains water accumulates in the hollows of small closed valleys, and, + evaporating, leaves hard dry levels of pure desertness that get the local + name of dry lakes. Where the mountains are steep and the rains heavy, the + pool is never quite dry, but dark and bitter, rimmed about with the + efflorescence of alkaline deposits. A thin crust of it lies along the + marsh over the vegetating area, which has neither beauty nor freshness. In + the broad wastes open to the wind the sand drifts in hummocks about the + stubby shrubs, and between them the soil shows saline traces. The + sculpture of the hills here is more wind than water work, though the quick + storms do sometimes scar them past many a year's redeeming. In all the + Western desert edges there are essays in miniature at the famed, terrible + Grand Canon, to which, if you keep on long enough in this country, you + will come at last. + </p> + <p> + Since this is a hill country one expects to find springs, but not to + depend upon them; for when found they are often brackish and unwholesome, + or maddening, slow dribbles in a thirsty soil. Here you find the hot sink + of Death Valley, or high rolling districts where the air has always a tang + of frost. Here are the long heavy winds and breathless calms on the tilted + mesas where dust devils dance, whirling up into a wide, pale sky. Here you + have no rain when all the earth cries for it, or quick downpours called + cloud-bursts for violence. A land of lost rivers, with little in it to + love; yet a land that once visited must be come back to inevitably. If it + were not so there would be little told of it. + </p> + <p> + This is the country of three seasons. From June on to November it lies + hot, still, and unbearable, sick with violent unrelieving storms; then on + until April, chill, quiescent, drinking its scant rain and scanter snows; + from April to the hot season again, blossoming, radiant, and seductive. + These months are only approximate; later or earlier the rain-laden wind + may drift up the water gate of the Colorado from the Gulf, and the land + sets its seasons by the rain. + </p> + <p> + The desert floras shame us with their cheerful adaptations to the seasonal + limitations. Their whole duty is to flower and fruit, and they do it + hardly, or with tropical luxuriance, as the rain admits. It is recorded in + the report of the Death Valley expedition that after a year of abundant + rains, on the Colorado desert was found a specimen of Amaranthus ten feet + high. A year later the same species in the same place matured in the + drought at four inches. One hopes the land may breed like qualities in her + human offspring, not tritely to "try," but to do. Seldom does the desert + herb attain the full stature of the type. Extreme aridity and extreme + altitude have the same dwarfing effect, so that we find in the high + Sierras and in Death Valley related species in miniature that reach a + comely growth in mean temperatures. Very fertile are the desert plants in + expedients to prevent evaporation, turning their foliage edge-wise toward + the sun, growing silky hairs, exuding viscid gum. The wind, which has a + long sweep, harries and helps them. It rolls up dunes about the stocky + stems, encompassing and protective, and above the dunes, which may be, as + with the mesquite, three times as high as a man, the blossoming twigs + flourish and bear fruit. + </p> + <p> + There are many areas in the desert where drinkable water lies within a few + feet of the surface, indicated by the mesquite and the bunch grass + (Sporobolus airoides). It is this nearness of unimagined help that makes + the tragedy of desert deaths. It is related that the final breakdown of + that hapless party that gave Death Valley its forbidding name occurred in + a locality where shallow wells would have saved them. But how were they to + know that? Properly equipped it is possible to go safely across that + ghastly sink, yet every year it takes its toll of death, and yet men find + there sun-dried mummies, of whom no trace or recollection is preserved. To + underestimate one's thirst, to pass a given landmark to the right or left, + to find a dry spring where one looked for running water—there is no + help for any of these things. + </p> + <p> + Along springs and sunken watercourses one is surprised to find such + water-loving plants as grow widely in moist ground, but the true desert + breeds its own kind, each in its particular habitat. The angle of the + slope, the frontage of a hill, the structure of the soil determines the + plant. South-looking hills are nearly bare, and the lower tree-line higher + here by a thousand feet. Canons running east and west will have one wall + naked and one clothed. Around dry lakes and marshes the herbage preserves + a set and orderly arrangement. Most species have well-defined areas of + growth, the best index the voiceless land can give the traveler of his + whereabouts. + </p> + <p> + If you have any doubt about it, know that the desert begins with the + creosote. This immortal shrub spreads down into Death Valley and up to the + lower timberline, odorous and medicinal as you might guess from the name, + wandlike, with shining fretted foliage. Its vivid green is grateful to the + eye in a wilderness of gray and greenish white shrubs. In the spring it + exudes a resinous gum which the Indians of those parts know how to use + with pulverized rock for cementing arrow points to shafts. Trust Indians + not to miss any virtues of the plant world! + </p> + <p> + Nothing the desert produces expresses it better than the unhappy growth of + the tree yuccas. Tormented, thin forests of it stalk drearily in the high + mesas, particularly in that triangular slip that fans out eastward from + the meeting of the Sierras and coastwise hills where the first swings + across the southern end of the San Joaquin Valley. The yucca bristles with + bayonet-pointed leaves, dull green, growing shaggy with age, tipped with + panicles of fetid, greenish bloom. After death, which is slow, the ghostly + hollow network of its woody skeleton, with hardly power to rot, makes the + moonlight fearful. Before the yucca has come to flower, while yet its + bloom is a creamy cone-shaped bud of the size of a small cabbage, full of + sugary sap, the Indians twist it deftly out of its fence of daggers and + roast it for their own delectation. + </p> + <p> + So it is that in those parts where man inhabits one sees young plants of + Yucca arborensis infrequently. Other yuccas, cacti, low herbs, a thousand + sorts, one finds journeying east from the coastwise hills. There is + neither poverty of soil nor species to account for the sparseness of + desert growth, but simply that each plant requires more room. So much + earth must be preempted to extract so much moisture. The real struggle for + existence, the real brain of the plant, is underground; above there is + room for a rounded perfect growth. In Death Valley, reputed the very core + of desolation, are nearly two hundred identified species. + </p> + <p> + Above the lower tree-line, which is also the snowline, mapped out abruptly + by the sun, one finds spreading growth of pinon, juniper, branched nearly + to the ground, lilac and sage, and scattering white pines. + </p> + <p> + There is no special preponderance of self-fertilized or wind-fertilized + plants, but everywhere the demand for and evidence of insect life. Now + where there are seeds and insects there will be birds and small mammals + and where these are, will come the slinking, sharp-toothed kind that prey + on them. Go as far as you dare in the heart of a lonely land, you cannot + go so far that life and death are not before you. Painted lizards slip in + and out of rock crevices, and pant on the white hot sands. Birds, + hummingbirds even, nest in the cactus scrub; woodpeckers befriend the + demoniac yuccas; out of the stark, treeless waste rings the music of the + night-singing mockingbird. If it be summer and the sun well down, there + will be a burrowing owl to call. Strange, furry, tricksy things dart + across the open places, or sit motionless in the conning towers of the + creosote. The poet may have "named all the birds without a gun," but not + the fairy-footed, ground-inhabiting, furtive, small folk of the rainless + regions. They are too many and too swift; how many you would not believe + without seeing the footprint tracings in the sand. They are nearly all + night workers, finding the days too hot and white. In mid-desert where + there are no cattle, there are no birds of carrion, but if you go far in + that direction the chances are that you will find yourself shadowed by + their tilted wings. Nothing so large as a man can move unspied upon in + that country, and they know well how the land deals with strangers. There + are hints to be had here of the way in which a land forces new habits on + its dwellers. The quick increase of suns at the end of spring sometimes + overtakes birds in their nesting and effects a reversal of the ordinary + manner of incubation. It becomes necessary to keep eggs cool rather than + warm. One hot, stifling spring in the Little Antelope I had occasion to + pass and repass frequently the nest of a pair of meadowlarks, located + unhappily in the shelter of a very slender weed. I never caught them + sitting except near night, but at mid-day they stood, or drooped above it, + half fainting with pitifully parted bills, between their treasure and the + sun. Sometimes both of them together with wings spread and half lifted + continued a spot of shade in a temperature that constrained me at last in + a fellow feeling to spare them a bit of canvas for permanent shelter. + There was a fence in that country shutting in a cattle range, and along + its fifteen miles of posts one could be sure of finding a bird or two in + every strip of shadow; sometimes the sparrow and the hawk, with wings + trailed and beaks parted, drooping in the white truce of noon. + </p> + <p> + If one is inclined to wonder at first how so many dwellers came to be in + the loneliest land that ever came out of God's hands, what they do there + and why stay, one does not wonder so much after having lived there. None + other than this long brown land lays such a hold on the affections. The + rainbow hills, the tender bluish mists, the luminous radiance of the + spring, have the lotus charm. They trick the sense of time, so that once + inhabiting there you always mean to go away without quite realizing that + you have not done it. Men who have lived there, miners and cattlemen, will + tell you this, not so fluently, but emphatically, cursing the land and + going back to it. For one thing there is the divinest, cleanest air to be + breathed anywhere in God's world. Some day the world will understand that, + and the little oases on the windy tops of hills will harbor for healing + its ailing, house-weary broods. There is promise there of great wealth in + ores and earths, which is no wealth by reason of being so far removed from + water and workable conditions, but men are bewitched by it and tempted to + try the impossible. + </p> + <p> + You should hear Salty Williams tell how he used to drive eighteen and + twenty-mule teams from the borax marsh to Mojave, ninety miles, with the + trail wagon full of water barrels. Hot days the mules would go so mad for + drink that the clank of the water bucket set them into an uproar of + hideous, maimed noises, and a tangle of harness chains, while Salty would + sit on the high seat with the sun glare heavy in his eyes, dealing out + curses of pacification in a level, uninterested voice until the clamor + fell off from sheer exhaustion. There was a line of shallow graves along + that road; they used to count on dropping a man or two of every new gang + of coolies brought out in the hot season. But when he lost his swamper, + smitten without warning at the noon halt, Salty quit his job; he said it + was "too durn hot." The swamper he buried by the way with stones upon him + to keep the coyotes from digging him up, and seven years later I read the + penciled lines on the pine head-board, still bright and unweathered. + </p> + <p> + But before that, driving up on the Mojave stage, I met Salty again + crossing Indian Wells, his face from the high seat, tanned and ruddy as a + harvest moon, looming through the golden dust above his eighteen mules. + The land had called him. + </p> + <p> + The palpable sense of mystery in the desert air breeds fables, chiefly of + lost treasure. Somewhere within its stark borders, if one believes report, + is a hill strewn with nuggets; one seamed with virgin silver; an old + clayey water-bed where Indians scooped up earth to make cooking pots and + shaped them reeking with grains of pure gold. Old miners drifting about + the desert edges, weathered into the semblance of the tawny hills, will + tell you tales like these convincingly. After a little sojourn in that + land you will believe them on their own account. It is a question whether + it is not better to be bitten by the little horned snake of the desert + that goes sidewise and strikes without coiling, than by the tradition of a + lost mine. + </p> + <p> + And yet—and yet—is it not perhaps to satisfy expectation that + one falls into the tragic key in writing of desertness? The more you wish + of it the more you get, and in the mean time lose much of pleasantness. In + that country which begins at the foot of the east slope of the Sierras and + spreads out by less and less lofty hill ranges toward the Great Basin, it + is possible to live with great zest, to have red blood and delicate joys, + to pass and repass about one's daily performance an area that would make + an Atlantic seaboard State, and that with no peril, and, according to our + way of thought, no particular difficulty. At any rate, it was not people + who went into the desert merely to write it up who invented the fabled + Hassaympa, of whose waters, if any drink, they can no more see fact as + naked fact, but all radiant with the color of romance. I, who must have + drunk of it in my twice seven years' wanderings, am assured that it is + worth while. + </p> + <p> + For all the toll the desert takes of a man it gives compensations, deep + breaths, deep sleep, and the communion of the stars. It comes upon one + with new force in the pauses of the night that the Chaldeans were a + desert-bred people. It is hard to escape the sense of mastery as the stars + move in the wide clear heavens to risings and settings unobscured. They + look large and near and palpitant; as if they moved on some stately + service not needful to declare. Wheeling to their stations in the sky, + they make the poor world-fret of no account. Of no account you who lie out + there watching, nor the lean coyote that stands off in the scrub from you + and howls and howls. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0003" id="link2H_4_0003"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + WATER TRAILS OF THE CERISO + </h2> + <p> + By the end of the dry season the water trails of the Ceriso are worn to a + white ribbon in the leaning grass, spread out faint and fanwise toward the + homes of gopher and ground rat and squirrel. But however faint to + man-sight, they are sufficiently plain to the furred and feathered folk + who travel them. Getting down to the eye level of rat and squirrel kind, + one perceives what might easily be wide and winding roads to us if they + occurred in thick plantations of trees three times the height of a man. It + needs but a slender thread of barrenness to make a mouse trail in the + forest of the sod. To the little people the water trails are as country + roads, with scents as signboards. + </p> + <p> + It seems that man-height is the least fortunate of all heights from which + to study trails. It is better to go up the front of some tall hill, say + the spur of Black Mountain, looking back and down across the hollow of the + Ceriso. Strange how long the soil keeps the impression of any continuous + treading, even after grass has overgrown it. Twenty years since, a brief + heyday of mining at Black Mountain made a stage road across the Ceriso, + yet the parallel lines that are the wheel traces show from the height dark + and well defined. Afoot in the Ceriso one looks in vain for any sign of + it. So all the paths that wild creatures use going down to the Lone Tree + Spring are mapped out whitely from this level, which is also the level of + the hawks. + </p> + <p> + There is little water in the Ceriso at the best of times, and that little + brackish and smelling vilely, but by a lone juniper where the rim of the + Ceriso breaks away to the lower country, there is a perpetual rill of + fresh sweet drink in the midst of lush grass and watercress. In the dry + season there is no water else for a man's long journey of a day. East to + the foot of Black Mountain, and north and south without counting, are the + burrows of small rodents, rat and squirrel kind. Under the sage are the + shallow forms of the jackrabbits, and in the dry banks of washes, and + among the strewn fragments of black rock, lairs of bobcat, fox, and + coyote. + </p> + <p> + The coyote is your true water-witch, one who snuffs and paws, snuffs and + paws again at the smallest spot of moisture-scented earth until he has + freed the blind water from the soil. Many water-holes are no more than + this detected by the lean hobo of the hills in localities where not even + an Indian would look for it. + </p> + <p> + It is the opinion of many wise and busy people that the hill-folk pass the + ten-month interval between the end and renewal of winter rains, with no + drink; but your true idler, with days and nights to spend beside the water + trails, will not subscribe to it. The trails begin, as I said, very far + back in the Ceriso, faintly, and converge in one span broad, white, + hard-trodden way in the gully of the spring. And why trails if there are + no travelers in that direction? + </p> + <p> + I have yet to find the land not scarred by the thin, far roadways of + rabbits and what not of furry folks that run in them. Venture to look for + some seldom-touched water-hole, and so long as the trails run with your + general direction make sure you are right, but if they begin to cross + yours at never so slight an angle, to converge toward a point left or + right of your objective, no matter what the maps say, or your memory, + trust them; they know. + </p> + <p> + It is very still in the Ceriso by day, so that were it not for the + evidence of those white beaten ways, it might be the desert it looks. The + sun is hot in the dry season, and the days are filled with the glare of + it. Now and again some unseen coyote signals his pack in a long-drawn, + dolorous whine that comes from no determinate point, but nothing stirs + much before mid-afternoon. It is a sign when there begin to be hawks + skimming above the sage that the little people are going about their + business. + </p> + <p> + We have fallen on a very careless usage, speaking of wild creatures as if + they were bound by some such limitation as hampers clockwork. When we say + of one and another, they are night prowlers, it is perhaps true only as + the things they feed upon are more easily come by in the dark, and they + know well how to adjust themselves to conditions wherein food is more + plentiful by day. And their accustomed performance is very much a matter + of keen eye, keener scent, quick ear, and a better memory of sights and + sounds than man dares boast. Watch a coyote come out of his lair and cast + about in his mind where he will go for his daily killing. You cannot very + well tell what decides him, but very easily that he has decided. He trots + or breaks into short gallops, with very perceptible pauses to look up and + about at landmarks, alters his tack a little, looking forward and back to + steer his proper course. + </p> + <p> + I am persuaded that the coyotes in my valley, which is narrow and beset + with steep, sharp hills, in long passages steer by the pinnacles of the + sky-line, going with head cocked to one side to keep to the left or right + of such and such a promontory. + </p> + <p> + I have trailed a coyote often, going across country, perhaps to where some + slant-winged scavenger hanging in the air signaled prospect of a dinner, + and found his track such as a man, a very intelligent man accustomed to a + hill country, and a little cautious, would make to the same point. Here a + detour to avoid a stretch of too little cover, there a pause on the rim of + a gully to pick the better way,—and it is usually the best way,—and + making his point with the greatest economy of effort. Since the time of + Seyavi the deer have shifted their feeding ground across the valley at the + beginning of deep snows, by way of the Black Rock, fording the river at + Charley's Butte, and making straight for the mouth of the canon that is + the easiest going to the winter pastures on Waban. So they still cross, + though whatever trail they had has been long broken by ploughed ground; + but from the mouth of Tinpah Creek, where the deer come out of the + Sierras, it is easily seen that the creek, the point of Black Rock, and + Charley's Butte are in line with the wide bulk of shade that is the foot + of Waban Pass. And along with this the deer have learned that Charley's + Butte is almost the only possible ford, and all the shortest crossing of + the valley. It seems that the wild creatures have learned all that is + important to their way of life except the changes of the moon. I have seen + some prowling fox or coyote, surprised by its sudden rising from behind + the mountain wall, slink in its increasing glow, watch it furtively from + the cover of near-by brush, unprepared and half uncertain of its identity + until it rode clear of the peaks, and finally make off with all the air of + one caught napping by an ancient joke. The moon in its wanderings must be + a sort of exasperation to cunning beasts, likely to spoil by untimely + risings some fore-planned mischief. + </p> + <p> + But to take the trail again; the coyotes that are astir in the Ceriso of + late afternoons, harrying the rabbits from their shallow forms, and the + hawks that sweep and swing above them, are not there from any mechanical + promptings of instinct, but because they know of old experience that the + small fry are about to take to seed gathering and the water trails. The + rabbits begin it, taking the trail with long, light leaps, one eye and ear + cocked to the hills from whence a coyote might descend upon them at any + moment. Rabbits are a foolish people. They do not fight except with their + own kind, nor use their paws except for feet, and appear to have no reason + for existence but to furnish meals for meat-eaters. In flight they seem to + rebound from the earth of their own elasticity, but keep a sober pace + going to the spring. It is the young watercress that tempts them and the + pleasures of society, for they seldom drink. Even in localities where + there are flowing streams they seem to prefer the moisture that collects + on herbage, and after rains may be seen rising on their haunches to drink + delicately the clear drops caught in the tops of the young sage. But drink + they must, as I have often seen them mornings and evenings at the rill + that goes by my door. Wait long enough at the Lone Tree Spring and sooner + or later they will all come in. But here their matings are accomplished, + and though they are fearful of so little as a cloud shadow or blown leaf, + they contrive to have some playful hours. At the spring the bobcat drops + down upon them from the black rock, and the red fox picks them up + returning in the dark. By day the hawk and eagle overshadow them, and the + coyote has all times and seasons for his own. + </p> + <p> + Cattle, when there are any in the Ceriso, drink morning and evening, + spending the night on the warm last lighted slopes of neighboring hills, + stirring with the peep o' day. In these half wild spotted steers the + habits of an earlier lineage persist. It must be long since they have made + beds for themselves, but before lying down they turn themselves round and + round as dogs do. They choose bare and stony ground, exposed fronts of + westward facing hills, and lie down in companies. Usually by the end of + the summer the cattle have been driven or gone of their own choosing to + the mountain meadows. One year a maverick yearling, strayed or overlooked + by the vaqueros, kept on until the season's end, and so betrayed another + visitor to the spring that else I might have missed. On a certain morning + the half-eaten carcass lay at the foot of the black rock, and in moist + earth by the rill of the spring, the foot-pads of a cougar, puma, mountain + lion, or whatever the beast is rightly called. The kill must have been + made early in the evening, for it appeared that the cougar had been twice + to the spring; and since the meat-eater drinks little until he has eaten, + he must have fed and drunk, and after an interval of lying up in the black + rock, had eaten and drunk again. There was no knowing how far he had come, + but if he came again the second night he found that the coyotes had left + him very little of his kill. + </p> + <p> + Nobody ventures to say how infrequently and at what hour the small fry + visit the spring. There are such numbers of them that if each came once + between the last of spring and the first of winter rains, there would + still be water trails. I have seen badgers drinking about the hour when + the light takes on the yellow tinge it has from coming slantwise through + the hills. They find out shallow places, and are loath to wet their feet. + Rats and chipmunks have been observed visiting the spring as late as nine + o'clock mornings. + </p> + <p> + The larger spermophiles that live near the spring and keep awake to work + all day, come and go at no particular hour, drinking sparingly. At long + intervals on half-lighted days, meadow and field mice steal delicately + along the trail. These visitors are all too small to be watched carefully + at night, but for evidence of their frequent coming there are the trails + that may be traced miles out among the crisping grasses. On rare nights, + in the places where no grass grows between the shrubs, and the sand + silvers whitely to the moon, one sees them whisking to and fro on + innumerable errands of seed gathering, but the chief witnesses of their + presence near the spring are the elf owls. Those burrow-haunting, speckled + fluffs of greediness begin a twilight flitting toward the spring, feeding + as they go on grasshoppers, lizards, and small, swift creatures, diving + into burrows to catch field mice asleep, battling with chipmunks at their + own doors, and getting down in great numbers toward the long juniper. Now + owls do not love water greatly on its own account. Not to my knowledge + have I caught one drinking or bathing, though on night wanderings across + the mesa they flit up from under the horse's feet along stream borders. + Their presence near the spring in great numbers would indicate the + presence of the things they feed upon. All night the rustle and soft + hooting keeps on in the neighborhood of the spring, with seldom small + shrieks of mortal agony. It is clear day before they have all gotten back + to their particular hummocks, and if one follows cautiously, not to + frighten them into some near-by burrow, it is possible to trail them far + up the slope. + </p> + <p> + The crested quail that troop in the Ceriso are the happiest frequenters of + the water trails. There is no furtiveness about their morning drink. About + the time the burrowers and all that feed upon them are addressing + themselves to sleep, great flocks pour down the trails with that peculiar + melting motion of moving quail, twittering, shoving, and shouldering. They + splatter into the shallows, drink daintily, shake out small showers over + their perfect coats, and melt away again into the scrub, preening and + pranking, with soft contented noises. + </p> + <p> + After the quail, sparrows and ground-inhabiting birds bathe with the + utmost frankness and a great deal of splutter; and here in the heart of + noon hawks resort, sitting panting, with wings aslant, and a truce to all + hostilities because of the heat. One summer there came a road-runner up + from the lower valley, peeking and prying, and he had never any patience + with the water baths of the sparrows. His own ablutions were performed in + the clean, hopeful dust of the chaparral; and whenever he happened on + their morning splatterings, he would depress his glossy crest, slant his + shining tail to the level of his body, until he looked most like some + bright venomous snake, daunting them with shrill abuse and feint of + battle. Then suddenly he would go tilting and balancing down the gully in + fine disdain, only to return in a day or two to make sure the foolish + bodies were still at it. + </p> + <p> + Out on the Ceriso about five miles, and wholly out of sight of it, near + where the immemorial foot trail goes up from Saline Flat toward Black + Mountain, is a water sign worth turning out of the trail to see. It is a + laid circle of stones large enough not to be disturbed by any ordinary + hap, with an opening flanked by two parallel rows of similar stones, + between which were an arrow placed, touching the opposite rim of the + circle, thus it would point as the crow flies to the spring. It is the + old, indubitable water mark of the Shoshones. One still finds it in the + desert ranges in Salt Wells and Mesquite valleys, and along the slopes of + Waban. On the other side of Ceriso, where the black rock begins, about a + mile from the spring, is the work of an older, forgotten people. The rock + hereabout is all volcanic, fracturing with a crystalline whitish surface, + but weathered outside to furnace blackness. Around the spring, where must + have been a gathering place of the tribes, it is scored over with strange + pictures and symbols that have no meaning to the Indians of the present + day; but out where the rock begins, there is carved into the white heart + of it a pointing arrow over the symbol for distance and a circle full of + wavy lines reading thus: "In this direction three [units of measurement + unknown] is a spring of sweet water; look for it." + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0004" id="link2H_4_0004"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + THE SCAVENGERS + </h2> + <p> + Fifty-seven buzzards, one on each of fifty-seven fence posts at the rancho + El Tejon, on a mirage-breeding September morning, sat solemnly while the + white tilted travelers' vans lumbered down the Canada de los Uvas. After + three hours they had only clapped their wings, or exchanged posts. The + season's end in the vast dim valley of the San Joaquin is palpitatingly + hot, and the air breathes like cotton wool. Through it all the buzzards + sit on the fences and low hummocks, with wings spread fanwise for air. + There is no end to them, and they smell to heaven. Their heads droop, and + all their communication is a rare, horrid croak. + </p> + <p> + The increase of wild creatures is in proportion to the things they feed + upon: the more carrion the more buzzards. The end of the third successive + dry year bred them beyond belief. The first year quail mated sparingly; + the second year the wild oats matured no seed; the third, cattle died in + their tracks with their heads towards the stopped watercourses. And that + year the scavengers were as black as the plague all across the mesa and up + the treeless, tumbled hills. On clear days they betook themselves to the + upper air, where they hung motionless for hours. That year there were + vultures among them, distinguished by the white patches under the wings. + All their offensiveness notwithstanding, they have a stately flight. They + must also have what pass for good qualities among themselves, for they are + social, not to say clannish. + </p> + <p> + It is a very squalid tragedy,—that of the dying brutes and the + scavenger birds. Death by starvation is slow. The heavy-headed, rack-boned + cattle totter in the fruitless trails; they stand for long, patient + intervals; they lie down and do not rise. There is fear in their eyes when + they are first stricken, but afterward only intolerable weariness. I + suppose the dumb creatures know nearly as much of death as do their + betters, who have only the more imagination. Their even-breathing + submission after the first agony is their tribute to its inevitableness. + It needs a nice discrimination to say which of the basket-ribbed cattle is + likest to afford the next meal, but the scavengers make few mistakes. One + stoops to the quarry and the flock follows. + </p> + <p> + Cattle once down may be days in dying. They stretch out their necks along + the ground, and roll up their slow eyes at longer intervals. The buzzards + have all the time, and no beak is dropped or talon struck until the breath + is wholly passed. It is doubtless the economy of nature to have the + scavengers by to clean up the carrion, but a wolf at the throat would be a + shorter agony than the long stalking and sometime perchings of these + loathsome watchers. Suppose now it were a man in this long-drawn, hungrily + spied upon distress! When Timmie O'Shea was lost on Armogosa Flats for + three days without water, Long Tom Basset found him, not by any trail, but + by making straight away for the points where he saw buzzards stooping. He + could hear the beat of their wings, Tom said, and trod on their shadows, + but O'Shea was past recalling what he thought about things after the + second day. My friend Ewan told me, among other things, when he came back + from San Juan Hill, that not all the carnage of battle turned his bowels + as the sight of slant black wings rising flockwise before the burial + squad. + </p> + <p> + There are three kinds of noises buzzards make,—it is impossible to + call them notes,—raucous and elemental. There is a short croak of + alarm, and the same syllable in a modified tone to serve all the purposes + of ordinary conversation. The old birds make a kind of throaty chuckling + to their young, but if they have any love song I have not heard it. The + young yawp in the nest a little, with more breath than noise. It is seldom + one finds a buzzard's nest, seldom that grown-ups find a nest of any sort; + it is only children to whom these things happen by right. But by making a + business of it one may come upon them in wide, quiet canons, or on the + lookouts of lonely, table-topped mountains, three or four together, in the + tops of stubby trees or on rotten cliffs well open to the sky. + </p> + <p> + It is probable that the buzzard is gregarious, but it seems unlikely from + the small number of young noted at any time that every female incubates + each year. The young birds are easily distinguished by their size when + feeding, and high up in air by the worn primaries of the older birds. It + is when the young go out of the nest on their first foraging that the + parents, full of a crass and simple pride, make their indescribable + chucklings of gobbling, gluttonous delight. The little ones would be + amusing as they tug and tussle, if one could forget what it is they feed + upon. + </p> + <p> + One never comes any nearer to the vulture's nest or nestlings than + hearsay. They keep to the southerly Sierras, and are bold enough, it + seems, to do killing on their own account when no carrion is at hand. They + dog the shepherd from camp to camp, the hunter home from the hill, and + will even carry away offal from under his hand. + </p> + <p> + The vulture merits respect for his bigness and for his bandit airs, but he + is a sombre bird, with none of the buzzard's frank satisfaction in his + offensiveness. + </p> + <p> + The least objectionable of the inland scavengers is the raven, frequenter + of the desert ranges, the same called locally "carrion crow." He is + handsomer and has such an air. He is nice in his habits and is said to + have likable traits. A tame one in a Shoshone camp was the butt of much + sport and enjoyed it. He could all but talk and was another with the + children, but an arrant thief. The raven will eat most things that come + his way,—eggs and young of ground-nesting birds, seeds even, lizards + and grasshoppers, which he catches cleverly; and whatever he is about, let + a coyote trot never so softly by, the raven flaps up and after; for + whatever the coyote can pull down or nose out is meat also for the carrion + crow. + </p> + <p> + And never a coyote comes out of his lair for killing, in the country of + the carrion crows, but looks up first to see where they may be gathering. + It is a sufficient occupation for a windy morning, on the lineless, level + mesa, to watch the pair of them eying each other furtively, with a + tolerable assumption of unconcern, but no doubt with a certain amount of + good understanding about it. Once at Red Rock, in a year of green pasture, + which is a bad time for the scavengers, we saw two buzzards, five ravens, + and a coyote feeding on the same carrion, and only the coyote seemed + ashamed of the company. + </p> + <p> + Probably we never fully credit the interdependence of wild creatures, and + their cognizance of the affairs of their own kind. When the five coyotes + that range the Tejon from Pasteria to Tunawai planned a relay race to + bring down an antelope strayed from the band, beside myself to watch, an + eagle swung down from Mt. Pinos, buzzards materialized out of invisible + ether, and hawks came trooping like small boys to a street fight. Rabbits + sat up in the chaparral and cocked their ears, feeling themselves quite + safe for the once as the hunt swung near them. Nothing happens in the deep + wood that the blue jays are not all agog to tell. The hawk follows the + badger, the coyote the carrion crow, and from their aerial stations the + buzzards watch each other. What would be worth knowing is how much of + their neighbor's affairs the new generations learn for themselves, and how + much they are taught of their elders. + </p> + <p> + So wide is the range of the scavengers that it is never safe to say, + eyewitness to the contrary, that there are few or many in such a place. + Where the carrion is, there will the buzzards be gathered together, and in + three days' journey you will not sight another one. The way up from Mojave + to Red Butte is all desertness, affording no pasture and scarcely a rill + of water. In a year of little rain in the south, flocks and herds were + driven to the number of thousands along this road to the perennial + pastures of the high ranges. It is a long, slow trail, ankle deep in + bitter dust that gets up in the slow wind and moves along the backs of the + crawling cattle. In the worst of times one in three will pine and fall out + by the way. In the defiles of Red Rock, the sheep piled up a stinking + lane; it was the sun smiting by day. To these shambles came buzzards, + vultures, and coyotes from all the country round, so that on the Tejon, + the Ceriso, and the Little Antelope there were not scavengers enough to + keep the country clean. All that summer the dead mummified in the open or + dropped slowly back to earth in the quagmires of the bitter springs. + Meanwhile from Red Rock to Coyote Holes, and from Coyote Holes to Haiwai + the scavengers gorged and gorged. + </p> + <p> + The coyote is not a scavenger by choice, preferring his own kill, but + being on the whole a lazy dog, is apt to fall into carrion eating because + it is easier. The red fox and bobcat, a little pressed by hunger, will eat + of any other animal's kill, but will not ordinarily touch what dies of + itself, and are exceedingly shy of food that has been man-handled. + </p> + <p> + Very clean and handsome, quite belying his relationship in appearance, is + Clark's crow, that scavenger and plunderer of mountain camps. It is + permissible to call him by his common name, "Camp Robber:" he has earned + it. Not content with refuse, he pecks open meal sacks, filches whole + potatoes, is a gormand for bacon, drills holes in packing cases, and is + daunted by nothing short of tin. All the while he does not neglect to + vituperate the chipmunks and sparrows that whisk off crumbs of comfort + from under the camper's feet. The Camp Robber's gray coat, black and white + barred wings, and slender bill, with certain tricks of perching, accuse + him of attempts to pass himself off among woodpeckers; but his behavior is + all crow. He frequents the higher pine belts, and has a noisy strident + call like a jay's, and how clean he and the frisk-tailed chipmunks keep + the camp! No crumb or paring or bit of eggshell goes amiss. + </p> + <p> + High as the camp may be, so it is not above timberline, it is not too high + for the coyote, the bobcat, or the wolf. It is the complaint of the + ordinary camper that the woods are too still, depleted of wild life. But + what dead body of wild thing, or neglected game untouched by its kind, do + you find? And put out offal away from camp over night, and look next day + at the foot tracks where it lay. + </p> + <p> + Man is a great blunderer going about in the woods, and there is no other + except the bear makes so much noise. Being so well warned beforehand, it + is a very stupid animal, or a very bold one, that cannot keep safely hid. + The cunningest hunter is hunted in turn, and what he leaves of his kill is + meat for some other. That is the economy of nature, but with it all there + is not sufficient account taken of the works of man. There is no scavenger + that eats tin cans, and no wild thing leaves a like disfigurement on the + forest floor. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0005" id="link2H_4_0005"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + THE POCKET HUNTER + </h2> + <p> + I remember very well when I first met him. Walking in the evening glow to + spy the marriages of the white gilias, I sniffed the unmistakable odor of + burning sage. It is a smell that carries far and indicates usually the + nearness of a campoodie, but on the level mesa nothing taller showed than + Diana's sage. Over the tops of it, beginning to dusk under a young white + moon, trailed a wavering ghost of smoke, and at the end of it I came upon + the Pocket Hunter making a dry camp in the friendly scrub. He sat + tailor-wise in the sand, with his coffee-pot on the coals, his supper + ready to hand in the frying-pan, and himself in a mood for talk. His pack + burros in hobbles strayed off to hunt for a wetter mouthful than the sage + afforded, and gave him no concern. + </p> + <p> + We came upon him often after that, threading the windy passes, or by + water-holes in the desert hills, and got to know much of his way of life. + He was a small, bowed man, with a face and manner and speech of no + character at all, as if he had that faculty of small hunted things of + taking on the protective color of his surroundings. His clothes were of no + fashion that I could remember, except that they bore liberal markings of + pot black, and he had a curious fashion of going about with his mouth + open, which gave him a vacant look until you came near enough to perceive + him busy about an endless hummed, wordless tune. He traveled far and took + a long time to it, but the simplicity of his kitchen arrangements was + elemental. A pot for beans, a coffee-pot, a frying-pan, a tin to mix bread + in—he fed the burros in this when there was need—with these he + had been half round our western world and back. He explained to me very + early in our acquaintance what was good to take to the hills for food: + nothing sticky, for that "dirtied the pots;" nothing with "juice" to it, + for that would not pack to advantage; and nothing likely to ferment. He + used no gun, but he would set snares by the water-holes for quail and + doves, and in the trout country he carried a line. Burros he kept, one or + two according to his pack, for this chief excellence, that they would eat + potato parings and firewood. He had owned a horse in the foothill country, + but when he came to the desert with no forage but mesquite, he found + himself under the necessity of picking the beans from the briers, a labor + that drove him to the use of pack animals to whom thorns were a relish. + </p> + <p> + I suppose no man becomes a pocket hunter by first intention. He must be + born with the faculty, and along comes the occasion, like the tap on the + test tube that induces crystallization. My friend had been several things + of no moment until he struck a thousand-dollar pocket in the Lee District + and came into his vocation. A pocket, you must know, is a small body of + rich ore occurring by itself, or in a vein of poorer stuff. Nearly every + mineral ledge contains such, if only one has the luck to hit upon them + without too much labor. The sensible thing for a man to do who has found a + good pocket is to buy himself into business and keep away from the hills. + The logical thing is to set out looking for another one. My friend the + Pocket Hunter had been looking twenty years. His working outfit was a + shovel, a pick, a gold pan which he kept cleaner than his plate, and a + pocket magnifier. When he came to a watercourse he would pan out the + gravel of its bed for "colors," and under the glass determine if they had + come from far or near, and so spying he would work up the stream until he + found where the drift of the gold-bearing outcrop fanned out into the + creek; then up the side of the canon till he came to the proper vein. I + think he said the best indication of small pockets was an iron stain, but + I could never get the run of miner's talk enough to feel instructed for + pocket hunting. He had another method in the waterless hills, where he + would work in and out of blind gullies and all windings of the manifold + strata that appeared not to have cooled since they had been heaved up. His + itinerary began with the east slope of the Sierras of the Snows, where + that range swings across to meet the coast hills, and all up that slope to + the Truckee River country, where the long cold forbade his progress north. + Then he worked back down one or another of the nearly parallel ranges that + lie out desertward, and so down to the sink of the Mojave River, burrowing + to oblivion in the sand,—a big mysterious land, a lonely, + inhospitable land, beautiful, terrible. But he came to no harm in it; the + land tolerated him as it might a gopher or a badger. Of all its + inhabitants it has the least concern for man. + </p> + <p> + There are many strange sorts of humans bred in a mining country, each sort + despising the queernesses of the other, but of them all I found the Pocket + Hunter most acceptable for his clean, companionable talk. There was more + color to his reminiscences than the faded sandy old miners "kyoteing," + that is, tunneling like a coyote (kyote in the vernacular) in the core of + a lonesome hill. Such a one has found, perhaps, a body of tolerable ore in + a poor lead,—remember that I can never be depended on to get the + terms right,—and followed it into the heart of country rock to no + profit, hoping, burrowing, and hoping. These men go harmlessly mad in + time, believing themselves just behind the wall of fortune—most + likable and simple men, for whom it is well to do any kindly thing that + occurs to you except lend them money. I have known "grub stakers" too, + those persuasive sinners to whom you make allowances of flour and pork and + coffee in consideration of the ledges they are about to find; but none of + these proved so much worth while as the Pocket Hunter. He wanted nothing + of you and maintained a cheerful preference for his own way of life. It + was an excellent way if you had the constitution for it. The Pocket Hunter + had gotten to that point where he knew no bad weather, and all places were + equally happy so long as they were out of doors. I do not know just how + long it takes to become saturated with the elements so that one takes no + account of them. Myself can never get past the glow and exhilaration of a + storm, the wrestle of long dust-heavy winds, the play of live thunder on + the rocks, nor past the keen fret of fatigue when the storm outlasts + physical endurance. But prospectors and Indians get a kind of a weather + shell that remains on the body until death. + </p> + <p> + The Pocket Hunter had seen destruction by the violence of nature and the + violence of men, and felt himself in the grip of an All-wisdom that killed + men or spared them as seemed for their good; but of death by sickness he + knew nothing except that he believed he should never suffer it. He had + been in Grape-vine Canon the year of storms that changed the whole front + of the mountain. All day he had come down under the wing of the storm, + hoping to win past it, but finding it traveling with him until night. It + kept on after that, he supposed, a steady downpour, but could not with + certainty say, being securely deep in sleep. But the weather instinct does + not sleep. In the night the heavens behind the hill dissolved in rain, and + the roar of the storm was borne in and mixed with his dreaming, so that it + moved him, still asleep, to get up and out of the path of it. What finally + woke him was the crash of pine logs as they went down before the unbridled + flood, and the swirl of foam that lashed him where he clung in the tangle + of scrub while the wall of water went by. It went on against the cabin of + Bill Gerry and laid Bill stripped and broken on a sand bar at the mouth of + the Grape-vine, seven miles away. There, when the sun was up and the wrath + of the rain spent, the Pocket Hunter found and buried him; but he never + laid his own escape at any door but the unintelligible favor of the + Powers. + </p> + <p> + The journeyings of the Pocket Hunter led him often into that mysterious + country beyond Hot Creek where a hidden force works mischief, mole-like, + under the crust of the earth. Whatever agency is at work in that + neighborhood, and it is popularly supposed to be the devil, it changes + means and direction without time or season. It creeps up whole hillsides + with insidious heat, unguessed until one notes the pine woods dying at the + top, and having scorched out a good block of timber returns to steam and + spout in caked, forgotten crevices of years before. It will break up + sometimes blue-hot and bubbling, in the midst of a clear creek, or make a + sucking, scalding quicksand at the ford. These outbreaks had the kind of + morbid interest for the Pocket Hunter that a house of unsavory reputation + has in a respectable neighborhood, but I always found the accounts he + brought me more interesting than his explanations, which were compounded + of fag ends of miner's talk and superstition. He was a perfect gossip of + the woods, this Pocket Hunter, and when I could get him away from "leads" + and "strikes" and "contacts," full of fascinating small talk about the ebb + and flood of creeks, the pinon crop on Black Mountain, and the wolves of + Mesquite Valley. I suppose he never knew how much he depended for the + necessary sense of home and companionship on the beasts and trees, meeting + and finding them in their wonted places,—the bear that used to come + down Pine Creek in the spring, pawing out trout from the shelters of sod + banks, the juniper at Lone Tree Spring, and the quail at Paddy Jack's. + </p> + <p> + There is a place on Waban, south of White Mountain, where flat, + wind-tilted cedars make low tents and coves of shade and shelter, where + the wild sheep winter in the snow. Woodcutters and prospectors had brought + me word of that, but the Pocket Hunter was accessory to the fact. About + the opening of winter, when one looks for sudden big storms, he had + attempted a crossing by the nearest path, beginning the ascent at noon. It + grew cold, the snow came on thick and blinding, and wiped out the trail in + a white smudge; the storm drift blew in and cut off landmarks, the early + dark obscured the rising drifts. According to the Pocket Hunter's account, + he knew where he was, but couldn't exactly say. Three days before he had + been in the west arm of Death Valley on a short water allowance, + ankle-deep in shifty sand; now he was on the rise of Waban, knee-deep in + sodden snow, and in both cases he did the only allowable thing—he + walked on. That is the only thing to do in a snowstorm in any case. It + might have been the creature instinct, which in his way of life had room + to grow, that led him to the cedar shelter; at any rate he found it about + four hours after dark, and heard the heavy breathing of the flock. He said + that if he thought at all at this juncture he must have thought that he + had stumbled on a storm-belated shepherd with his silly sheep; but in fact + he took no note of anything but the warmth of packed fleeces, and snuggled + in between them dead with sleep. If the flock stirred in the night he + stirred drowsily to keep close and let the storm go by. That was all until + morning woke him shining on a white world. Then the very soul of him shook + to see the wild sheep of God stand up about him, nodding their great horns + beneath the cedar roof, looking out on the wonder of the snow. They had + moved a little away from him with the coming of the light, but paid him no + more heed. The light broadened and the white pavilions of the snow swam in + the heavenly blueness of the sea from which they rose. The cloud drift + scattered and broke billowing in the canons. The leader stamped lightly on + the litter to put the flock in motion, suddenly they took the drifts in + those long light leaps that are nearest to flight, down and away on the + slopes of Waban. Think of that to happen to a Pocket Hunter! But though he + had fallen on many a wished-for hap, he was curiously inapt at getting the + truth about beasts in general. He believed in the venom of toads, and + charms for snake bites, and—for this I could never forgive him—had + all the miner's prejudices against my friend the coyote. Thief, sneak, and + son of a thief were the friendliest words he had for this little gray dog + of the wilderness. + </p> + <p> + Of course with so much seeking he came occasionally upon pockets of more + or less value, otherwise he could not have kept up his way of life; but he + had as much luck in missing great ledges as in finding small ones. He had + been all over the Tonopah country, and brought away float without + happening upon anything that gave promise of what that district was to + become in a few years. He claimed to have chipped bits off the very + outcrop of the California Rand, without finding it worth while to bring + away, but none of these things put him out of countenance. + </p> + <p> + It was once in roving weather, when we found him shifting pack on a steep + trail, that I observed certain of his belongings done up in green canvas + bags, the veritable "green bag" of English novels. It seemed so + incongruous a reminder in this untenanted West that I dropped down beside + the trail overlooking the vast dim valley, to hear about the green canvas. + He had gotten it, he said, in London years before, and that was the first + I had known of his having been abroad. It was after one of his "big + strikes" that he had made the Grand Tour, and had brought nothing away + from it but the green canvas bags, which he conceived would fit his needs, + and an ambition. This last was nothing less than to strike it rich and set + himself up among the eminently bourgeois of London. It seemed that the + situation of the wealthy English middle class, with just enough gentility + above to aspire to, and sufficient smaller fry to bully and patronize, + appealed to his imagination, though of course he did not put it so crudely + as that. + </p> + <p> + It was no news to me then, two or three years after, to learn that he had + taken ten thousand dollars from an abandoned claim, just the sort of luck + to have pleased him, and gone to London to spend it. The land seemed not + to miss him any more than it had minded him, but I missed him and could + not forget the trick of expecting him in least likely situations. + Therefore it was with a pricking sense of the familiar that I followed a + twilight trail of smoke, a year or two later, to the swale of a dripping + spring, and came upon a man by the fire with a coffee-pot and frying-pan. + I was not surprised to find it was the Pocket Hunter. No man can be + stronger than his destiny. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0006" id="link2H_4_0006"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + SHOSHONE LAND + </h2> + <p> + It is true I have been in Shoshone Land, but before that, long before, I + had seen it through the eyes of Winnenap' in a rosy mist of reminiscence, + and must always see it with a sense of intimacy in the light that never + was. Sitting on the golden slope at the campoodie, looking across the + Bitter Lake to the purple tops of Mutarango, the medicine-man drew up its + happy places one by one, like little blessed islands in a sea of talk. For + he was born a Shoshone, was Winnenap'; and though his name, his wife, his + children, and his tribal relations were of the Paiutes, his thoughts + turned homesickly toward Shoshone Land. Once a Shoshone always a Shoshone. + Winnenap' lived gingerly among the Paiutes and in his heart despised them. + But he could speak a tolerable English when he would, and he always would + if it were of Shoshone Land. + </p> + <p> + He had come into the keeping of the Paiutes as a hostage for the long + peace which the authority of the whites made interminable, and, though + there was now no order in the tribe, nor any power that could have + lawfully restrained him, kept on in the old usage, to save his honor and + the word of his vanished kin. He had seen his children's children in the + borders of the Paiutes, but loved best his own miles of sand and + rainbow-painted hills. Professedly he had not seen them since the + beginning of his hostage; but every year about the end of the rains and + before the strength of the sun had come upon us from the south, the + medicine-man went apart on the mountains to gather herbs, and when he came + again I knew by the new fortitude of his countenance and the new color of + his reminiscences that he had been alone and unspied upon in Shoshone + Land. + </p> + <p> + To reach that country from the campoodie, one goes south and south, within + hearing of the lip-lip-lapping of the great tideless lake, and south by + east over a high rolling district, miles and miles of sage and nothing + else. So one comes to the country of the painted hills,—old red + cones of craters, wasteful beds of mineral earths, hot, acrid springs, and + steam jets issuing from a leprous soil. After the hills the black rock, + after the craters the spewed lava, ash strewn, of incredible thickness, + and full of sharp, winding rifts. There are picture writings carved deep + in the face of the cliffs to mark the way for those who do not know it. On + the very edge of the black rock the earth falls away in a wide sweeping + hollow, which is Shoshone Land. + </p> + <p> + South the land rises in very blue hills, blue because thickly wooded with + ceanothus and manzanita, the haunt of deer and the border of the + Shoshones. Eastward the land goes very far by broken ranges, narrow + valleys of pure desertness, and huge mesas uplifted to the sky-line, east + and east, and no man knows the end of it. + </p> + <p> + It is the country of the bighorn, the wapiti, and the wolf, nesting place + of buzzards, land of cloud-nourished trees and wild things that live + without drink. Above all, it is the land of the creosote and the mesquite. + The mesquite is God's best thought in all this desertness. It grows in the + open, is thorny, stocky, close grown, and iron-rooted. Long winds move in + the draughty valleys, blown sand fills and fills about the lower branches, + piling pyramidal dunes, from the top of which the mesquite twigs flourish + greenly. Fifteen or twenty feet under the drift, where it seems no rain + could penetrate, the main trunk grows, attaining often a yard's thickness, + resistant as oak. In Shoshone Land one digs for large timber; that is in + the southerly, sandy exposures. Higher on the table-topped ranges low + trees of juniper and pinon stand each apart, rounded and spreading heaps + of greenness. Between them, but each to itself in smooth clear spaces, + tufts of tall feathered grass. + </p> + <p> + This is the sense of the desert hills, that there is room enough and time + enough. Trees grow to consummate domes; every plant has its perfect work. + Noxious weeds such as come up thickly in crowded fields do not flourish in + the free spaces. Live long enough with an Indian, and he or the wild + things will show you a use for everything that grows in these borders. + </p> + <p> + The manner of the country makes the usage of life there, and the land will + not be lived in except in its own fashion. The Shoshones live like their + trees, with great spaces between, and in pairs and in family groups they + set up wattled huts by the infrequent springs. More wickiups than two make + a very great number. Their shelters are lightly built, for they travel + much and far, following where deer feed and seeds ripen, but they are not + more lonely than other creatures that inhabit there. + </p> + <p> + The year's round is somewhat in this fashion. After the pinon harvest the + clans foregather on a warm southward slope for the annual adjustment of + tribal difficulties and the medicine dance, for marriage and mourning and + vengeance, and the exchange of serviceable information; if, for example, + the deer have shifted their feeding ground, if the wild sheep have come + back to Waban, or certain springs run full or dry. Here the Shoshones + winter flockwise, weaving baskets and hunting big game driven down from + the country of the deep snow. And this brief intercourse is all the use + they have of their kind, for now there are no wars, and many of their + ancient crafts have fallen into disuse. The solitariness of the life + breeds in the men, as in the plants, a certain well-roundedness and + sufficiency to its own ends. Any Shoshone family has in itself the + man-seed, power to multiply and replenish, potentialities for food and + clothing and shelter, for healing and beautifying. + </p> + <p> + When the rain is over and gone they are stirred by the instinct of those + that journeyed eastward from Eden, and go up each with his mate and young + brood, like birds to old nesting places. The beginning of spring in + Shoshone Land—oh the soft wonder of it!—is a mistiness as of + incense smoke, a veil of greenness over the whitish stubby shrubs, a web + of color on the silver sanded soil. No counting covers the multitude of + rayed blossoms that break suddenly underfoot in the brief season of the + winter rains, with silky furred or prickly viscid foliage, or no foliage + at all. They are morning and evening bloomers chiefly, and strong seeders. + Years of scant rains they lie shut and safe in the winnowed sands, so that + some species appear to be extinct. Years of long storms they break so + thickly into bloom that no horse treads without crushing them. These years + the gullies of the hills are rank with fern and a great tangle of climbing + vines. + </p> + <p> + Just as the mesa twilights have their vocal note in the love call of the + burrowing owl, so the desert spring is voiced by the mourning doves. + Welcome and sweet they sound in the smoky mornings before breeding time, + and where they frequent in any great numbers water is confidently looked + for. Still by the springs one finds the cunning brush shelters from which + the Shoshones shot arrows at them when the doves came to drink. + </p> + <p> + Now as to these same Shoshones there are some who claim that they have no + right to the name, which belongs to a more northerly tribe; but that is + the word they will be called by, and there is no greater offense than to + call an Indian out of his name. According to their traditions and all + proper evidence, they were a great people occupying far north and east of + their present bounds, driven thence by the Paiutes. Between the two tribes + is the residuum of old hostilities. + </p> + <p> + Winnenap', whose memory ran to the time when the boundary of the Paiute + country was a dead-line to Shoshones, told me once how himself and another + lad, in an unforgotten spring, discovered a nesting place of buzzards a + bit of a way beyond the borders. And they two burned to rob those nests. + Oh, for no purpose at all except as boys rob nests immemorially, for the + fun of it, to have and handle and show to other lads as an exceeding + treasure, and afterwards discard. So, not quite meaning to, but breathless + with daring, they crept up a gully, across a sage brush flat and through a + waste of boulders, to the rugged pines where their sharp eyes had made out + the buzzards settling. + </p> + <p> + The medicine-man told me, always with a quaking relish at this point, that + while they, grown bold by success, were still in the tree, they sighted a + Paiute hunting party crossing between them and their own land. That was + mid-morning, and all day on into the dark the boys crept and crawled and + slid, from boulder to bush, and bush to boulder, in cactus scrub and on + naked sand, always in a sweat of fear, until the dust caked in the + nostrils and the breath sobbed in the body, around and away many a mile + until they came to their own land again. And all the time Winnenap' + carried those buzzard's eggs in the slack of his single buckskin garment! + Young Shoshones are like young quail, knowing without teaching about + feeding and hiding, and learning what civilized children never learn, to + be still and to keep on being still, at the first hint of danger or + strangeness. + </p> + <p> + As for food, that appears to be chiefly a matter of being willing. Desert + Indians all eat chuckwallas, big black and white lizards that have + delicate white flesh savored like chicken. Both the Shoshones and the + coyotes are fond of the flesh of Gopherus agassizii, the turtle that by + feeding on buds, going without drink, and burrowing in the sand through + the winter, contrives to live a known period of twenty-five years. It + seems that most seeds are foodful in the arid regions, most berries + edible, and many shrubs good for firewood with the sap in them. The + mesquite bean, whether the screw or straight pod, pounded to a meal, + boiled to a kind of mush, and dried in cakes, sulphur-colored and needing + an axe to cut it, is an excellent food for long journeys. Fermented in + water with wild honey and the honeycomb, it makes a pleasant, mildly + intoxicating drink. + </p> + <p> + Next to spring, the best time to visit Shoshone Land is when the deer-star + hangs low and white like a torch over the morning hills. Go up past + Winnedumah and down Saline and up again to the rim of Mesquite Valley. + Take no tent, but if you will, have an Indian build you a wickiup, willows + planted in a circle, drawn over to an arch, and bound cunningly with + withes, all the leaves on, and chinks to count the stars through. But + there was never any but Winnenap' who could tell and make it worth telling + about Shoshone Land. + </p> + <p> + And Winnenap' will not any more. He died, as do most medicine-men of the + Paiutes. + </p> + <p> + Where the lot falls when the campoodie chooses a medicine-man there it + rests. It is an honor a man seldom seeks but must wear, an honor with a + condition. When three patients die under his ministrations, the + medicine-man must yield his life and his office. + </p> + <p> + Wounds do not count; broken bones and bullet holes the Indian can + understand, but measles, pneumonia, and smallpox are witchcraft. Winnenap' + was medicine-man for fifteen years. Besides considerable skill in healing + herbs, he used his prerogatives cunningly. It is permitted the + medicine-man to decline the case when the patient has had treatment from + any other, say the white doctor, whom many of the younger generation + consult. Or, if before having seen the patient, he can definitely refer + his disorder to some supernatural cause wholly out of the medicine-man's + jurisdiction, say to the spite of an evil spirit going about in the form + of a coyote, and states the case convincingly, he may avoid the penalty. + But this must not be pushed too far. All else failing, he can hide. + Winnenap' did this the time of the measles epidemic. Returning from his + yearly herb gathering, he heard of it at Black Rock, and turning aside, he + was not to be found, nor did he return to his own place until the disease + had spent itself, and half the children of the campoodie were in their + shallow graves with beads sprinkled over them. + </p> + <p> + It is possible the tale of Winnenap's patients had not been strictly kept. + There had not been a medicine-man killed in the valley for twelve years, + and for that the perpetrators had been severely punished by the whites. + The winter of the Big Snow an epidemic of pneumonia carried off the + Indians with scarcely a warning; from the lake northward to the lava flats + they died in the sweathouses, and under the hands of the medicine-men. + Even the drugs of the white physician had no power. + </p> + <p> + After two weeks of this plague the Paiutes drew to council to consider the + remissness of their medicine-men. They were sore with grief and afraid for + themselves; as a result of the council, one in every campoodie was + sentenced to the ancient penalty. But schooling and native shrewdness had + raised up in the younger men an unfaith in old usages, so judgment halted + between sentence and execution. At Three Pines the government teacher + brought out influential whites to threaten and cajole the stubborn tribes. + At Tunawai the conservatives sent into Nevada for that pacific old humbug, + Johnson Sides, most notable of Paiute orators, to harangue his people. + Citizens of the towns turned out with food and comforts, and so after a + season the trouble passed. + </p> + <p> + But here at Maverick there was no school, no oratory, and no alleviation. + One third of the campoodie died, and the rest killed the medicine-men. + Winnenap' expected it, and for days walked and sat a little apart from his + family that he might meet it as became a Shoshone, no doubt suffering the + agony of dread deferred. When finally three men came and sat at his fire + without greeting he knew his time. He turned a little from them, dropped + his chin upon his knees, and looked out over Shoshone Land, breathing + evenly. The women went into the wickiup and covered their heads with their + blankets. + </p> + <p> + So much has the Indian lost of savageness by merely desisting from + killing, that the executioners braved themselves to their work by drinking + and a show of quarrelsomeness. In the end a sharp hatchet-stroke + discharged the duty of the campoodie. Afterward his women buried him, and + a warm wind coming out of the south, the force of the disease was broken, + and even they acquiesced in the wisdom of the tribe. That summer they told + me all except the names of the Three. + </p> + <p> + Since it appears that we make our own heaven here, no doubt we shall have + a hand in the heaven of hereafter; and I know what Winnenap's will be + like: worth going to if one has leave to live in it according to his + liking. It will be tawny gold underfoot, walled up with jacinth and + jasper, ribbed with chalcedony, and yet no hymnbook heaven, but the free + air and free spaces of Shoshone Land. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0007" id="link2H_4_0007"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + JIMVILLE + </h2> + <h3> + A BRET HARTE TOWN + </h3> + <p> + When Mr. Harte found himself with a fresh palette and his particular local + color fading from the West, he did what he considered the only safe thing, + and carried his young impression away to be worked out untroubled by any + newer fact. He should have gone to Jimville. There he would have found + cast up on the ore-ribbed hills the bleached timbers of more tales, and + better ones. + </p> + <p> + You could not think of Jimville as anything more than a survival, like the + herb-eating, bony-cased old tortoise that pokes cheerfully about those + borders some thousands of years beyond his proper epoch. Not that Jimville + is old, but it has an atmosphere favorable to the type of a half century + back, if not "forty-niners," of that breed. It is said of Jimville that + getting away from it is such a piece of work that it encourages permanence + in the population; the fact is that most have been drawn there by some + real likeness or liking. Not however that I would deny the difficulty of + getting into or out of that cove of reminder, I who have made the journey + so many times at great pains of a poor body. Any way you go at it, + Jimville is about three days from anywhere in particular. North or south, + after the railroad there is a stage journey of such interminable monotony + as induces forgetfulness of all previous states of existence. + </p> + <p> + The road to Jimville is the happy hunting ground of old stage-coaches + bought up from superseded routes the West over, rocking, lumbering, wide + vehicles far gone in the odor of romance, coaches that Vasquez has held + up, from whose high seats express messengers have shot or been shot as + their luck held. This is to comfort you when the driver stops to rummage + for wire to mend a failing bolt. There is enough of this sort of thing to + quite prepare you to believe what the driver insists, namely, that all + that country and Jimville are held together by wire. + </p> + <p> + First on the way to Jimville you cross a lonely open land, with a hint in + the sky of things going on under the horizon, a palpitant, white, hot land + where the wheels gird at the sand and the midday heaven shuts it in + breathlessly like a tent. So in still weather; and when the wind blows + there is occupation enough for the passengers, shifting seats to hold down + the windward side of the wagging coach. This is a mere trifle. The + Jimville stage is built for five passengers, but when you have seven, with + four trunks, several parcels, three sacks of grain, the mail and express, + you begin to understand that proverb about the road which has been + reported to you. In time you learn to engage the high seat beside the + driver, where you get good air and the best company. Beyond the desert + rise the lava flats, scoriae strewn; sharp-cutting walls of narrow canons; + league-wide, frozen puddles of black rock, intolerable and forbidding. + Beyond the lava the mouths that spewed it out, ragged-lipped, ruined + craters shouldering to the cloud-line, mostly of red earth, as red as a + red heifer. These have some comforting of shrubs and grass. You get the + very spirit of the meaning of that country when you see Little Pete + feeding his sheep in the red, choked maw of an old vent,—a kind of + silly pastoral gentleness that glozes over an elemental violence. Beyond + the craters rise worn, auriferous hills of a quiet sort, tumbled together; + a valley full of mists; whitish green scrub; and bright, small, panting + lizards; then Jimville. + </p> + <p> + The town looks to have spilled out of Squaw Gulch, and that, in fact, is + the sequence of its growth. It began around the Bully Boy and Theresa + group of mines midway up Squaw Gulch, spreading down to the smelter at the + mouth of the ravine. The freight wagons dumped their loads as near to the + mill as the slope allowed, and Jimville grew in between. Above the Gulch + begins a pine wood with sparsely grown thickets of lilac, azalea, and + odorous blossoming shrubs. + </p> + <p> + Squaw Gulch is a very sharp, steep, ragged-walled ravine, and that part of + Jimville which is built in it has only one street,—in summer paved + with bone-white cobbles, in the wet months a frothy yellow flood. All + between the ore dumps and solitary small cabins, pieced out with tin cans + and packing cases, run footpaths drawing down to the Silver Dollar saloon. + When Jimville was having the time of its life the Silver Dollar had those + same coins let into the bar top for a border, but the proprietor pried + them out when the glory departed. There are three hundred inhabitants in + Jimville and four bars, though you are not to argue anything from that. + </p> + <p> + Hear now how Jimville came by its name. Jim Calkins discovered the Bully + Boy, Jim Baker located the Theresa. When Jim Jenkins opened an + eating-house in his tent he chalked up on the flap, "Best meals in + Jimville, $1.00," and the name stuck. + </p> + <p> + There was more human interest in the origin of Squaw Gulch, though it + tickled no humor. It was Dimmick's squaw from Aurora way. If Dimmick had + been anything except New Englander he would have called her a mahala, but + that would not have bettered his behavior. Dimmick made a strike, went + East, and the squaw who had been to him as his wife took to drink. That + was the bald way of stating it in the Aurora country. The milk of human + kindness, like some wine, must not be uncorked too much in speech lest it + lose savor. This is what they did. The woman would have returned to her + own people, being far gone with child, but the drink worked her bane. By + the river of this ravine her pains overtook her. There Jim Calkins, + prospecting, found her dying with a three days' babe nozzling at her + breast. Jim heartened her for the end, buried her, and walked back to + Poso, eighteen miles, the child poking in the folds of his denim shirt + with small mewing noises, and won support for it from the rough-handed + folks of that place. Then he came back to Squaw Gulch, so named from that + day, and discovered the Bully Boy. Jim humbly regarded this piece of luck + as interposed for his reward, and I for one believed him. If it had been + in mediaeval times you would have had a legend or a ballad. Bret Harte + would have given you a tale. You see in me a mere recorder, for I know + what is best for you; you shall blow out this bubble from your own breath. + </p> + <p> + You could never get into any proper relation to Jimville unless you could + slough off and swallow your acquired prejudices as a lizard does his skin. + Once wanting some womanly attentions, the stage-driver assured me I might + have them at the Nine-Mile House from the lady barkeeper. The phrase + tickled all my after-dinner-coffee sense of humor into an anticipation of + Poker Flat. The stage-driver proved himself really right, though you are + not to suppose from this that Jimville had no conventions and no caste. + They work out these things in the personal equation largely. Almost every + latitude of behavior is allowed a good fellow, one no liar, a free + spender, and a backer of his friends' quarrels. You are respected in as + much ground as you can shoot over, in as many pretensions as you can make + good. + </p> + <p> + That probably explains Mr. Fanshawe, the gentlemanly faro dealer of those + parts, built for the role of Oakhurst, going white-shirted and + frock-coated in a community of overalls; and persuading you that whatever + shifts and tricks of the game were laid to his deal, he could not practice + them on a person of your penetration. But he does. By his own account and + the evidence of his manners he had been bred for a clergyman, and he + certainly has gifts for the part. You find him always in possession of + your point of view, and with an evident though not obtrusive desire to + stand well with you. For an account of his killings, for his way with + women and the way of women with him, I refer you to Brown of Calaveras and + some others of that stripe. His improprieties had a certain sanction of + long standing not accorded to the gay ladies who wore Mr. Fanshawe's + favors. There were perhaps too many of them. On the whole, the point of + the moral distinctions of Jimville appears to be a point of honor, with an + absence of humorous appreciation that strangers mistake for dullness. At + Jimville they see behavior as history and judge it by facts, untroubled by + invention and the dramatic sense. You glimpse a crude equity in their + dealings with Wilkins, who had shot a man at Lone Tree, fairly, in an open + quarrel. Rumor of it reached Jimville before Wilkins rested there in + flight. I saw Wilkins, all Jimville saw him; in fact, he came into the + Silver Dollar when we were holding a church fair and bought a pink silk + pincushion. I have often wondered what became of it. Some of us shook + hands with him, not because we did not know, but because we had not been + officially notified, and there were those present who knew how it was + themselves. When the sheriff arrived Wilkins had moved on, and Jimville + organized a posse and brought him back, because the sheriff was a Jimville + man and we had to stand by him. + </p> + <p> + I said we had the church fair at the Silver Dollar. We had most things + there, dances, town meetings, and the kinetoscope exhibition of the + Passion Play. The Silver Dollar had been built when the borders of + Jimville spread from Minton to the red hill the Defiance twisted through. + "Side-Winder" Smith scrubbed the floor for us and moved the bar to the + back room. The fair was designed for the support of the circuit rider who + preached to the few that would hear, and buried us all in turn. He was the + symbol of Jimville's respectability, although he was of a sect that held + dancing among the cardinal sins. The management took no chances on + offending the minister; at 11.30 they tendered him the receipts of the + evening in the chairman's hat, as a delicate intimation that the fair was + closed. The company filed out of the front door and around to the back. + Then the dance began formally with no feelings hurt. These were the sort + of courtesies, common enough in Jimville, that brought tears of delicate + inner laughter. + </p> + <p> + There were others besides Mr. Fanshawe who had walked out of Mr. Harte's + demesne to Jimville and wore names that smacked of the soil,—"Alkali + Bill," "Pike" Wilson, "Three Finger," and "Mono Jim;" fierce, shy, + profane, sun-dried derelicts of the windy hills, who each owned, or had + owned, a mine and was wishful to own one again. They laid up on the worn + benches of the Silver Dollar or the Same Old Luck like beached vessels, + and their talk ran on endlessly of "strike" and "contact" and "mother + lode," and worked around to fights and hold-ups, villainy, haunts, and the + hoodoo of the Minietta, told austerely without imagination. + </p> + <p> + Do not suppose I am going to repeat it all; you who want these things + written up from the point of view of people who do not do them every day + would get no savor in their speech. + </p> + <p> + Says Three Finger, relating the history of the Mariposa, "I took it off'n + Tom Beatty, cheap, after his brother Bill was shot." + </p> + <p> + Says Jim Jenkins, "What was the matter of him?" + </p> + <p> + "Who? Bill? Abe Johnson shot him; he was fooling around Johnson's wife, + an' Tom sold me the mine dirt cheap." + </p> + <p> + "Why didn't he work it himself?" + </p> + <p> + "Him? Oh, he was laying for Abe and calculated to have to leave the + country pretty quick." + </p> + <p> + "Huh!" says Jim Jenkins, and the tale flows smoothly on. + </p> + <p> + Yearly the spring fret floats the loose population of Jimville out into + the desolate waste hot lands, guiding by the peaks and a few rarely + touched water-holes, always, always with the golden hope. They develop + prospects and grow rich, develop others and grow poor but never + embittered. Say the hills, It is all one, there is gold enough, time + enough, and men enough to come after you. And at Jimville they understand + the language of the hills. + </p> + <p> + Jimville does not know a great deal about the crust of the earth, it + prefers a "hunch." That is an intimation from the gods that if you go over + a brown back of the hills, by a dripping spring, up Coso way, you will + find what is worth while. I have never heard that the failure of any + particular hunch disproved the principle. Somehow the rawness of the land + favors the sense of personal relation to the supernatural. There is not + much intervention of crops, cities, clothes, and manners between you and + the organizing forces to cut off communication. All this begets in + Jimville a state that passes explanation unless you will accept an + explanation that passes belief. Along with killing and drunkenness, + coveting of women, charity, simplicity, there is a certain indifference, + blankness, emptiness if you will, of all vaporings, no bubbling of the + pot,—it wants the German to coin a word for that,—no + bread-envy, no brother-fervor. Western writers have not sensed it yet; + they smack the savor of lawlessness too much upon their tongues, but you + have these to witness it is not mean-spiritedness. It is pure Greek in + that it represents the courage to sheer off what is not worth while. + Beyond that it endures without sniveling, renounces without self-pity, + fears no death, rates itself not too great in the scheme of things; so do + beasts, so did St. Jerome in the desert, so also in the elder day did + gods. Life, its performance, cessation, is no new thing to gape and wonder + at. + </p> + <p> + Here you have the repose of the perfectly accepted instinct which includes + passion and death in its perquisites. I suppose that the end of all our + hammering and yawping will be something like the point of view of + Jimville. The only difference will be in the decorations. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0008" id="link2H_4_0008"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + MY NEIGHBOR'S FIELD + </h2> + <p> + It is one of those places God must have meant for a field from all time, + lying very level at the foot of the slope that crowds up against + Kearsarge, falling slightly toward the town. North and south it is fenced + by low old glacial ridges, boulder strewn and untenable. Eastward it butts + on orchard closes and the village gardens, brimming over into them by wild + brier and creeping grass. The village street, with its double row of + unlike houses, breaks off abruptly at the edge of the field in a footpath + that goes up the streamside, beyond it, to the source of waters. + </p> + <p> + The field is not greatly esteemed of the town, not being put to the plough + nor affording firewood, but breeding all manner of wild seeds that go down + in the irrigating ditches to come up as weeds in the gardens and grass + plots. But when I had no more than seen it in the charm of its spring + smiling, I knew I should have no peace until I had bought ground and built + me a house beside it, with a little wicket to go in and out at all hours, + as afterward came about. + </p> + <p> + Edswick, Roeder, Connor, and Ruffin owned the field before it fell to my + neighbor. But before that the Paiutes, mesne lords of the soil, made a + campoodie by the rill of Pine Creek; and after, contesting the soil with + them, cattle-men, who found its foodful pastures greatly to their + advantage; and bands of blethering flocks shepherded by wild, hairy men of + little speech, who attested their rights to the feeding ground with their + long staves upon each other's skulls. Edswick homesteaded the field about + the time the wild tide of mining life was roaring and rioting up + Kearsarge, and where the village now stands built a stone hut, with + loopholes to make good his claim against cattlemen or Indians. But Edswick + died and Roeder became master of the field. Roeder owned cattle on a + thousand hills, and made it a recruiting ground for his bellowing herds + before beginning the long drive to market across a shifty desert. He kept + the field fifteen years, and afterward falling into difficulties, put it + out as security against certain sums. Connor, who held the securities, was + cleverer than Roeder and not so busy. The money fell due the winter of the + Big Snow, when all the trails were forty feet under drifts, and Roeder was + away in San Francisco selling his cattle. At the set time Connor took the + law by the forelock and was adjudged possession of the field. Eighteen + days later Roeder arrived on snowshoes, both feet frozen, and the money in + his pack. In the long suit at law ensuing, the field fell to Ruffin, that + clever one-armed lawyer with the tongue to wile a bird out of the bush, + Connor's counsel, and was sold by him to my neighbor, whom from envying + his possession I call Naboth. + </p> + <p> + Curiously, all this human occupancy of greed and mischief left no mark on + the field, but the Indians did, and the unthinking sheep. Round its + corners children pick up chipped arrow points of obsidian, scattered + through it are kitchen middens and pits of old sweat-houses. By the south + corner, where the campoodie stood, is a single shrub of "hoopee" (Lycium + andersonii), maintaining itself hardly among alien shrubs, and near by, + three low rakish trees of hackberry, so far from home that no prying of + mine has been able to find another in any canon east or west. But the + berries of both were food for the Paiutes, eagerly sought and traded for + as far south as Shoshone Land. By the fork of the creek where the + shepherds camp is a single clump of mesquite of the variety called "screw + bean." The seed must have shaken there from some sheep's coat, for this is + not the habitat of mesquite, and except for other single shrubs at sheep + camps, none grows freely for a hundred and fifty miles south or east. + </p> + <p> + Naboth has put a fence about the best of the field, but neither the + Indians nor the shepherds can quite forego it. They make camp and build + their wattled huts about the borders of it, and no doubt they have some + sense of home in its familiar aspect. + </p> + <p> + As I have said, it is a low-lying field, between the mesa and the town, + with no hillocks in it, but a gentle swale where the waste water of the + creek goes down to certain farms, and the hackberry-trees, of which the + tallest might be three times the height of a man, are the tallest things + in it. A mile up from the water gate that turns the creek into supply + pipes for the town, begins a row of long-leaved pines, threading the + watercourse to the foot of Kearsarge. These are the pines that puzzle the + local botanist, not easily determined, and unrelated to other conifers of + the Sierra slope; the same pines of which the Indians relate a legend + mixed of brotherliness and the retribution of God. Once the pines + possessed the field, as the worn stumps of them along the streamside show, + and it would seem their secret purpose to regain their old footing. Now + and then some seedling escapes the devastating sheep a rod or two + down-stream. Since I came to live by the field one of these has tiptoed + above the gully of the creek, beckoning the procession from the hills, as + if in fact they would make back toward that skyward-pointing finger of + granite on the opposite range, from which, according to the legend, when + they were bad Indians and it a great chief, they ran away. This year the + summer floods brought the round, brown, fruitful cones to my very door, + and I look, if I live long enough, to see them come up greenly in my + neighbor's field. + </p> + <p> + It is interesting to watch this retaking of old ground by the wild plants, + banished by human use. Since Naboth drew his fence about the field and + restricted it to a few wild-eyed steers, halting between the hills and the + shambles, many old habitues of the field have come back to their haunts. + The willow and brown birch, long ago cut off by the Indians for wattles, + have come back to the streamside, slender and virginal in their spring + greenness, and leaving long stretches of the brown water open to the sky. + In stony places where no grass grows, wild olives sprawl; close-twigged, + blue-gray patches in winter, more translucent greenish gold in spring than + any aureole. Along with willow and birch and brier, the clematis, that + shyest plant of water borders, slips down season by season to within a + hundred yards of the village street. Convinced after three years that it + would come no nearer, we spent time fruitlessly pulling up roots to plant + in the garden. All this while, when no coaxing or care prevailed upon any + transplanted slip to grow, one was coming up silently outside the fence + near the wicket, coiling so secretly in the rabbit-brush that its presence + was never suspected until it flowered delicately along its twining length. + The horehound comes through the fence and under it, shouldering the + pickets off the railings; the brier rose mines under the horehound; and no + care, though I own I am not a close weeder, keeps the small pale moons of + the primrose from rising to the night moth under my apple-trees. The first + summer in the new place, a clump of cypripediums came up by the irrigating + ditch at the bottom of the lawn. But the clematis will not come inside, + nor the wild almond. + </p> + <p> + I have forgotten to find out, though I meant to, whether the wild almond + grew in that country where Moses kept the flocks of his father-in-law, but + if so one can account for the burning bush. It comes upon one with a + flame-burst as of revelation; little hard red buds on leafless twigs, + swelling unnoticeably, then one, two, or three strong suns, and from tip + to tip one soft fiery glow, whispering with bees as a singing flame. A + twig of finger size will be furred to the thickness of one's wrist by pink + five-petaled bloom, so close that only the blunt-faced wild bees find + their way in it. In this latitude late frosts cut off the hope of fruit + too often for the wild almond to multiply greatly, but the spiny, + tap-rooted shrubs are resistant to most plant evils. + </p> + <p> + It is not easy always to be attentive to the maturing of wild fruit. + Plants are so unobtrusive in their material processes, and always at the + significant moment some other bloom has reached its perfect hour. One can + never fix the precise moment when the rosy tint the field has from the + wild almond passes into the inspiring blue of lupines. One notices here + and there a spike of bloom, and a day later the whole field royal and + ruffling lightly to the wind. Part of the charm of the lupine is the + continual stir of its plumes to airs not suspected otherwhere. Go and + stand by any crown of bloom and the tall stalks do but rock a little as + for drowsiness, but look off across the field, and on the stillest days + there is always a trepidation in the purple patches. + </p> + <p> + From midsummer until frost the prevailing note of the field is clear gold, + passing into the rusty tone of bigelovia going into a decline, a + succession of color schemes more admirably managed than the transformation + scene at the theatre. Under my window a colony of cleome made a soft web + of bloom that drew me every morning for a long still time; and one day I + discovered that I was looking into a rare fretwork of fawn and straw + colored twigs from which both bloom and leaf had gone, and I could not say + if it had been for a matter of weeks or days. The time to plant cucumbers + and set out cabbages may be set down in the almanac, but never seed-time + nor blossom in Naboth's field. + </p> + <p> + Certain winged and mailed denizens of the field seem to reach their heyday + along with the plants they most affect. In June the leaning towers of the + white milkweed are jeweled over with red and gold beetles, climbing + dizzily. This is that milkweed from whose stems the Indians flayed fibre + to make snares for small game, but what use the beetles put it to except + for a displaying ground for their gay coats, I could never discover. The + white butterfly crop comes on with the bigelovia bloom, and on warm + mornings makes an airy twinkling all across the field. In September young + linnets grow out of the rabbit-brush in the night. All the nests + discoverable in the neighboring orchards will not account for the numbers + of them. Somewhere, by the same secret process by which the field matures + a million more seeds than it needs, it is maturing red-hooded linnets for + their devouring. All the purlieus of bigelovia and artemisia are noisy + with them for a month. Suddenly as they come as suddenly go the + fly-by-nights, that pitch and toss on dusky barred wings above the field + of summer twilights. + </p> + <p> + Never one of these nighthawks will you see after linnet time, though the + hurtle of their wings makes a pleasant sound across the dusk in their + season. + </p> + <p> + For two summers a great red-tailed hawk has visited the field every + afternoon between three and four o'clock, swooping and soaring with the + airs of a gentleman adventurer. What he finds there is chiefly + conjectured, so secretive are the little people of Naboth's field. Only + when leaves fall and the light is low and slant, one sees the long clean + flanks of the jackrabbits, leaping like small deer, and of late afternoons + little cotton-tails scamper in the runways. But the most one sees of the + burrowers, gophers, and mice is the fresh earthwork of their newly opened + doors, or the pitiful small shreds the butcher-bird hangs on spiny shrubs. + </p> + <p> + It is a still field, this of my neighbor's, though so busy, and admirably + compounded for variety and pleasantness,—a little sand, a little + loam, a grassy plot, a stony rise or two, a full brown stream, a little + touch of humanness, a footpath trodden out by moccasins. Naboth expects to + make town lots of it and his fortune in one and the same day; but when I + take the trail to talk with old Seyavi at the campoodie, it occurs to me + that though the field may serve a good turn in those days it will hardly + be happier. No, certainly not happier. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0009" id="link2H_4_0009"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + THE MESA TRAIL + </h2> + <p> + The mesa trail begins in the campoodie at the corner of Naboth's field, + though one may drop into it from the wood road toward the canon, or from + any of the cattle paths that go up along the streamside; a clean, pale, + smooth-trodden way between spiny shrubs, comfortably wide for a horse or + an Indian. It begins, I say, at the campoodie, and goes on toward the + twilight hills and the borders of Shoshone Land. It strikes diagonally + across the foot of the hill-slope from the field until it reaches the + larkspur level, and holds south along the front of Oppapago, having the + high ranges to the right and the foothills and the great Bitter Lake below + it on the left. The mesa holds very level here, cut across at intervals by + the deep washes of dwindling streams, and its treeless spaces uncramp the + soul. + </p> + <p> + Mesa trails were meant to be traveled on horseback, at the jigging coyote + trot that only western-bred horses learn successfully. A foot-pace carries + one too slowly past the units in a decorative scheme that is on a scale + with the country round for bigness. It takes days' journeys to give a note + of variety to the country of the social shrubs. These chiefly clothe the + benches and eastern foot-slopes of the Sierras,—great spreads of + artemisia, coleogyne, and spinosa, suffering no other woody stemmed thing + in their purlieus; this by election apparently, with no elbowing; and the + several shrubs have each their clientele of flowering herbs. It would be + worth knowing how much the devastating sheep have had to do with driving + the tender plants to the shelter of the prickle-bushes. It might have + begun earlier, in the time Seyavi of the campoodie tells of, when antelope + ran on the mesa like sheep for numbers, but scarcely any foot-high herb + rears itself except from the midst of some stout twigged shrub; larkspur + in the coleogyne, and for every spinosa the purpling coils of phacelia. In + the shrub shelter, in the season, flock the little stemless things whose + blossom time is as short as a marriage song. The larkspurs make the best + showing, being tall and sweet, swaying a little above the shrubbery, + scattering pollen dust which Navajo brides gather to fill their marriage + baskets. This were an easier task than to find two of them of a shade. + Larkspurs in the botany are blue, but if you were to slip rein to the stub + of some black sage and set about proving it you would be still at it by + the hour when the white gilias set their pale disks to the westering sun. + This is the gilia the children call "evening snow," and it is no use + trying to improve on children's names for wild flowers. + </p> + <p> + From the height of a horse you look down to clean spaces in a shifty + yellow soil, bare to the eye as a newly sanded floor. Then as soon as ever + the hill shadows begin to swell out from the sidelong ranges, come little + flakes of whiteness fluttering at the edge of the sand. By dusk there are + tiny drifts in the lee of every strong shrub, rosy-tipped corollas as + riotous in the sliding mesa wind as if they were real flakes shaken out of + a cloud, not sprung from the ground on wiry three-inch stems. They keep + awake all night, and all the air is heavy and musky sweet because of them. + </p> + <p> + Farther south on the trail there will be poppies meeting ankle deep, and + singly, peacock-painted bubbles of calochortus blown out at the tops of + tall stems. But before the season is in tune for the gayer blossoms the + best display of color is in the lupin wash. There is always a lupin wash + somewhere on the mesa trail,—a broad, shallow, cobble-paved sink of + vanished waters, where the hummocks of Lupinus ornatus run a delicate + gamut from silvery green of spring to silvery white of winter foliage. + They look in fullest leaf, except for color, most like the huddled huts of + the campoodie, and the largest of them might be a man's length in + diameter. In their season, which is after the gilias are at their best, + and before the larkspurs are ripe for pollen gathering, every terminal + whorl of the lupin sends up its blossom stalk, not holding any constant + blue, but paling and purpling to guide the friendly bee to virginal honey + sips, or away from the perfected and depleted flower. The length of the + blossom stalk conforms to the rounded contour of the plant, and of these + there will be a million moving indescribably in the airy current that + flows down the swale of the wash. + </p> + <p> + There is always a little wind on the mesa, a sliding current of cooler air + going down the face of the mountain of its own momentum, but not to + disturb the silence of great space. Passing the wide mouths of canons, one + gets the effect of whatever is doing in them, openly or behind a screen of + cloud,—thunder of falls, wind in the pine leaves, or rush and roar + of rain. The rumor of tumult grows and dies in passing, as from open doors + gaping on a village street, but does not impinge on the effect of + solitariness. + </p> + <p> + In quiet weather mesa days have no parallel for stillness, but the night + silence breaks into certain mellow or poignant notes. Late afternoons the + burrowing owls may be seen blinking at the doors of their hummocks with + perhaps four or five elfish nestlings arow, and by twilight begin a soft + whoo-oo-ing, rounder, sweeter, more incessant in mating time. It is not + possible to disassociate the call of the burrowing owl from the late slant + light of the mesa. If the fine vibrations which are the golden-violet glow + of spring twilights were to tremble into sound, it would be just that + mellow double note breaking along the blossom-tops. While the glow holds + one sees the thistle-down flights and pouncings after prey, and on into + the dark hears their soft pus-ssh! clearing out of the trail ahead. Maybe + the pinpoint shriek of field mouse or kangaroo rat that pricks the wakeful + pauses of the night is extorted by these mellow-voiced plunderers, though + it is just as like to be the work of the red fox on his twenty-mile + constitutional. + </p> + <p> + Both the red fox and the coyote are free of the night hours, and both + killers for the pure love of slaughter. The fox is no great talker, but + the coyote goes garrulously through the dark in twenty keys at once, + gossip, warning, and abuse. They are light treaders, the split-feet, so + that the solitary camper sees their eyes about him in the dark sometimes, + and hears the soft intake of breath when no leaf has stirred and no twig + snapped underfoot. The coyote is your real lord of the mesa, and so he + makes sure you are armed with no long black instrument to spit your teeth + into his vitals at a thousand yards, is both bold and curious. Not so + bold, however, as the badger and not so much of a curmudgeon. This + short-legged meat-eater loves half lights and lowering days, has no + friends, no enemies, and disowns his offspring. Very likely if he knew how + hawk and crow dog him for dinners, he would resent it. But the badger is + not very well contrived for looking up or far to either side. Dull + afternoons he may be met nosing a trail hot-foot to the home of ground rat + or squirrel, and is with difficulty persuaded to give the right of way. + The badger is a pot-hunter and no sportsman. Once at the hill, he dives + for the central chamber, his sharp-clawed, splayey feet splashing up the + sand like a bather in the surf. He is a swift trailer, but not so swift or + secretive but some small sailing hawk or lazy crow, perhaps one or two of + each, has spied upon him and come drifting down the wind to the killing. + </p> + <p> + No burrower is so unwise as not to have several exits from his dwelling + under protecting shrubs. When the badger goes down, as many of the furry + people as are not caught napping come up by the back doors, and the hawks + make short work of them. I suspect that the crows get nothing but the + gratification of curiosity and the pickings of some secret store of seeds + unearthed by the badger. Once the excavation begins they walk about + expectantly, but the little gray hawks beat slow circles about the doors + of exit, and are wiser in their generation, though they do not look it. + </p> + <p> + There are always solitary hawks sailing above the mesa, and where some + blue tower of silence lifts out of the neighboring range, an eagle hanging + dizzily, and always buzzards high up in the thin, translucent air making a + merry-go-round. Between the coyote and the birds of carrion the mesa is + kept clear of miserable dead. + </p> + <p> + The wind, too, is a besom over the treeless spaces, whisking new sand over + the litter of the scant-leaved shrubs, and the little doorways of the + burrowers are as trim as city fronts. It takes man to leave unsightly + scars on the face of the earth. Here on the mesa the abandoned campoodies + of the Paiutes are spots of desolation long after the wattles of the huts + have warped in the brush heaps. The campoodies are near the watercourses, + but never in the swale of the stream. The Paiute seeks rising ground, + depending on air and sun for purification of his dwelling, and when it + becomes wholly untenable, moves. + </p> + <p> + A campoodie at noontime, when there is no smoke rising and no stir of + life, resembles nothing so much as a collection of prodigious wasps' + nests. The huts are squat and brown and chimneyless, facing east, and the + inhabitants have the faculty of quail for making themselves scarce in the + underbrush at the approach of strangers. But they are really not often at + home during midday, only the blind and incompetent left to keep the camp. + These are working hours, and all across the mesa one sees the women + whisking seeds of chia into their spoon-shaped baskets, these emptied + again into the huge conical carriers, supported on the shoulders by a + leather band about the forehead. + </p> + <p> + Mornings and late afternoons one meets the men singly and afoot on + unguessable errands, or riding shaggy, browbeaten ponies, with game slung + across the saddle-bows. This might be deer or even antelope, rabbits, or, + very far south towards Shoshone Land, lizards. + </p> + <p> + There are myriads of lizards on the mesa, little gray darts, or larger + salmon-sided ones that may be found swallowing their skins in the safety + of a prickle-bush in early spring. Now and then a palm's breadth of the + trail gathers itself together and scurries off with a little rustle under + the brush, to resolve itself into sand again. This is pure witchcraft. If + you succeed in catching it in transit, it loses its power and becomes a + flat, horned, toad-like creature, horrid-looking and harmless, of the + color of the soil; and the curio dealer will give you two bits for it, to + stuff. Men have their season on the mesa as much as plants and four-footed + things, and one is not like to meet them out of their time. For example, + at the time of rodeos, which is perhaps April, one meets free riding vaqueros + who need no trails and can find cattle where to the layman no cattle + exist. As early as February bands of sheep work up from the south to the + high Sierra pastures. It appears that shepherds have not changed more than + sheep in the process of time. The shy hairy men who herd the tractile + flocks might be, except for some added clothing, the very brethren of + David. Of necessity they are hardy, simple livers, superstitious, fearful, + given to seeing visions, and almost without speech. It needs the bustle of + shearings and copious libations of sour, weak wine to restore the human + faculty. Petite Pete, who works a circuit up from the Ceriso to Red Butte + and around by way of Salt Flats, passes year by year on the mesa trail, + his thick hairy chest thrown open to all weathers, twirling his long + staff, and dealing brotherly with his dogs, who are possibly as + intelligent, certainly handsomer. + </p> + <p> + A flock's journey is seven miles, ten if pasture fails, in a windless blur + of dust, feeding as it goes, and resting at noons. Such hours Pete weaves + a little screen of twigs between his head and the sun—the rest of + him is as impervious as one of his own sheep—and sleeps while his + dogs have the flocks upon their consciences. At night, wherever he may be, + there Pete camps, and fortunate the trail-weary traveler who falls in with + him. When the fire kindles and savory meat seethes in the pot, when there + is a drowsy blether from the flock, and far down the mesa the twilight + twinkle of shepherd fires, when there is a hint of blossom underfoot and a + heavenly whiteness on the hills, one harks back without effort to Judaea + and the Nativity. But one feels by day anything but good will to note the + shorn shrubs and cropped blossom-tops. So many seasons' effort, so many + suns and rains to make a pound of wool! And then there is the loss of + ground-inhabiting birds that must fail from the mesa when few herbs ripen + seed. + </p> + <p> + Out West, the west of the mesas and the unpatented hills, there is more + sky than any place in the world. It does not sit flatly on the rim of + earth, but begins somewhere out in the space in which the earth is poised, + hollows more, and is full of clean winey winds. There are some odors, too, + that get into the blood. There is the spring smell of sage that is the + warning that sap is beginning to work in a soil that looks to have none of + the juices of life in it; it is the sort of smell that sets one thinking + what a long furrow the plough would turn up here, the sort of smell that + is the beginning of new leafage, is best at the plant's best, and leaves a + pungent trail where wild cattle crop. There is the smell of sage at + sundown, burning sage from campoodies and sheep camps, that travels on the + thin blue wraiths of smoke; the kind of smell that gets into the hair and + garments, is not much liked except upon long acquaintance, and every + Paiute and shepherd smells of it indubitably. There is the palpable smell + of the bitter dust that comes up from the alkali flats at the end of the + dry seasons, and the smell of rain from the wide-mouthed canons. And last + the smell of the salt grass country, which is the beginning of other + things that are the end of the mesa trail. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0010" id="link2H_4_0010"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + THE BASKET MAKER + </h2> + <p> + "A man," says Seyavi of the campoodie, "must have a woman, but a woman who + has a child will do very well." + </p> + <p> + That was perhaps why, when she lost her mate in the dying struggle of his + race, she never took another, but set her wit to fend for herself and her + young son. No doubt she was often put to it in the beginning to find food + for them both. The Paiutes had made their last stand at the border of the + Bitter Lake; battle-driven they died in its waters, and the land filled + with cattle-men and adventurers for gold: this while Seyavi and the boy + lay up in the caverns of the Black Rock and ate tule roots and fresh-water + clams that they dug out of the slough bottoms with their toes. In the + interim, while the tribes swallowed their defeat, and before the rumor of + war died out, they must have come very near to the bare core of things. + That was the time Seyavi learned the sufficiency of mother wit, and how + much more easily one can do without a man than might at first be supposed. + </p> + <p> + To understand the fashion of any life, one must know the land it is lived + in and the procession of the year. This valley is a narrow one, a mere + trough between hills, a draught for storms, hardly a crow's flight from + the sharp Sierras of the Snows to the curled, red and ochre, uncomforted, + bare ribs of Waban. Midway of the groove runs a burrowing, dull river, + nearly a hundred miles from where it cuts the lava flats of the north to + its widening in a thick, tideless pool of a lake. Hereabouts the ranges + have no foothills, but rise up steeply from the bench lands above the + river. Down from the Sierras, for the east ranges have almost no rain, + pour glancing white floods toward the lowest land, and all beside them lie + the campoodies, brown wattled brush heaps, looking east. + </p> + <p> + In the river are mussels, and reeds that have edible white roots, and in + the soddy meadows tubers of joint grass; all these at their best in the + spring. On the slope the summer growth affords seeds; up the steep the + one-leafed pines, an oily nut. That was really all they could depend upon, + and that only at the mercy of the little gods of frost and rain. For the + rest it was cunning against cunning, caution against skill, against + quacking hordes of wild-fowl in the tulares, against pronghorn and bighorn + and deer. You can guess, however, that all this warring of rifles and + bowstrings, this influx of overlording whites, had made game wilder and + hunters fearful of being hunted. You can surmise also, for it was a crude + time and the land was raw, that the women became in turn the game of the + conquerors. + </p> + <p> + There used to be in the Little Antelope a she dog, stray or outcast, that + had a litter in some forsaken lair, and ranged and foraged for them, + slinking savage and afraid, remembering and mistrusting humankind, + wistful, lean, and sufficient for her young. + </p> + <p> + I have thought Seyavi might have had days like that, and have had perfect + leave to think, since she will not talk of it. Paiutes have the art of + reducing life to its lowest ebb and yet saving it alive on grasshoppers, + lizards, and strange herbs; and that time must have left no shift untried. + It lasted long enough for Seyavi to have evolved the philosophy of life + which I have set down at the beginning. She had gone beyond learning to do + for her son, and learned to believe it worth while. + </p> + <p> + In our kind of society, when a woman ceases to alter the fashion of her + hair, you guess that she has passed the crisis of her experience. If she + goes on crimping and uncrimping with the changing mode, it is safe to + suppose she has never come up against anything too big for her. The Indian + woman gets nearly the same personal note in the pattern of her baskets. + Not that she does not make all kinds, carriers, water-bottles, and + cradles,—these are kitchen ware,—but her works of art are all + of the same piece. Seyavi made flaring, flat-bottomed bowls, cooking pots + really, when cooking was done by dropping hot stones into water-tight food + baskets, and for decoration a design in colored bark of the procession of + plumed crests of the valley quail. In this pattern she had made cooking + pots in the golden spring of her wedding year, when the quail went up two + and two to their resting places about the foot of Oppapago. In this + fashion she made them when, after pillage, it was possible to reinstate + the housewifely crafts. Quail ran then in the Black Rock by hundreds,—so + you will still find them in fortunate years,—and in the famine time + the women cut their long hair to make snares when the flocks came morning + and evening to the springs. + </p> + <p> + Seyavi made baskets for love and sold them for money, in a generation that + preferred iron pots for utility. Every Indian woman is an artist,—sees, + feels, creates, but does not philosophize about her processes. Seyavi's + bowls are wonders of technical precision, inside and out, the palm finds + no fault with them, but the subtlest appeal is in the sense that warns us + of humanness in the way the design spreads into the flare of the bowl. + </p> + <p> + There used to be an Indian woman at Olancha who made bottle-neck trinket + baskets in the rattlesnake pattern, and could accommodate the design to + the swelling bowl and flat shoulder of the basket without sensible + disproportion, and so cleverly that you might own one a year without + thinking how it was done; but Seyavi's baskets had a touch beyond + cleverness. The weaver and the warp lived next to the earth and were + saturated with the same elements. Twice a year, in the time of white + butterflies and again when young quail ran neck and neck in the chaparral, + Seyavi cut willows for basketry by the creek where it wound toward the + river against the sun and sucking winds. It never quite reached the river + except in far-between times of summer flood, but it always tried, and the + willows encouraged it as much as they could. You nearly always found them + a little farther down than the trickle of eager water. The Paiute fashion + of counting time appeals to me more than any other calendar. They have no + stamp of heathen gods nor great ones, nor any succession of moons as have + red men of the East and North, but count forward and back by the progress + of the season; the time of taboose, before the trout begin to leap, the + end of the pinon harvest, about the beginning of deep snows. So they get + nearer the sense of the season, which runs early or late according as the + rains are forward or delayed. But whenever Seyavi cut willows for baskets + was always a golden time, and the soul of the weather went into the wood. + If you had ever owned one of Seyavi's golden russet cooking bowls with the + pattern of plumed quail, you would understand all this without saying + anything. + </p> + <p> + Before Seyavi made baskets for the satisfaction of desire,—for that + is a house-bred theory of art that makes anything more of it,—she + danced and dressed her hair. In those days, when the spring was at flood + and the blood pricked to the mating fever, the maids chose their flowers, + wreathed themselves, and danced in the twilights, young desire crying out + to young desire. They sang what the heart prompted, what the flower + expressed, what boded in the mating weather. + </p> + <p> + "And what flower did you wear, Seyavi?" + </p> + <p> + "I, ah,—the white flower of twining (clematis), on my body and my + hair, and so I sang:— + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + "I am the white flower of twining, + Little white flower by the river, + Oh, flower that twines close by the river; + Oh, trembling flower! + So trembles the maiden heart." +</pre> + <p> + So sang Seyavi of the campoodie before she made baskets, and in her later + days laid her arms upon her knees and laughed in them at the recollection. + But it was not often she would say so much, never understanding the keen + hunger I had for bits of lore and the "fool talk" of her people. She had + fed her young son with meadowlarks' tongues, to make him quick of speech; + but in late years was loath to admit it, though she had come through the + period of unfaith in the lore of the clan with a fine appreciation of its + beauty and significance. + </p> + <p> + "What good will your dead get, Seyavi, of the baskets you burn?" said I, + coveting them for my own collection. + </p> + <p> + Thus Seyavi, "As much good as yours of the flowers you strew." + </p> + <p> + Oppapago looks on Waban, and Waban on Coso and the Bitter Lake, and the + campoodie looks on these three; and more, it sees the beginning of winds + along the foot of Coso, the gathering of clouds behind the high ridges, + the spring flush, the soft spread of wild almond bloom on the mesa. These + first, you understand, are the Paiute's walls, the other his furnishings. + Not the wattled hut is his home, but the land, the winds, the hill front, + the stream. These he cannot duplicate at any furbisher's shop as you who + live within doors, who, if your purse allows, may have the same home at + Sitka and Samarcand. So you see how it is that the homesickness of an + Indian is often unto death, since he gets no relief from it; neither wind + nor weed nor sky-line, nor any aspect of the hills of a strange land + sufficiently like his own. So it was when the government reached out for + the Paiutes, they gathered into the Northern Reservation only such poor + tribes as could devise no other end of their affairs. Here, all along the + river, and south to Shoshone Land, live the clans who owned the earth, + fallen into the deplorable condition of hangers-on. Yet you hear them + laughing at the hour when they draw in to the campoodie after labor, when + there is a smell of meat and the steam of the cooking pots goes up against + the sun. Then the children lie with their toes in the ashes to hear tales; + then they are merry, and have the joys of repletion and the nearness of + their kind. They have their hills, and though jostled are sufficiently + free to get some fortitude for what will come. For now you shall hear of + the end of the basket maker. + </p> + <p> + In her best days Seyavi was most like Deborah, deep bosomed, broad in the + hips, quick in counsel, slow of speech, esteemed of her people. This was + that Seyavi who reared a man by her own hand, her own wit, and none other. + When the townspeople began to take note of her—and it was some years + after the war before there began to be any towns—she was then in the + quick maturity of primitive women; but when I knew her she seemed already + old. Indian women do not often live to great age, though they look + incredibly steeped in years. They have the wit to win sustenance from the + raw material of life without intervention, but they have not the sleek + look of the women whom the social organization conspires to nourish. + Seyavi had somehow squeezed out of her daily round a spiritual ichor that + kept the skill in her knotted fingers along after the accustomed time, but + that also failed. By all counts she would have been about sixty years old + when it came her turn to sit in the dust on the sunny side of the wickiup, + with little strength left for anything but looking. And in time she paid + the toll of the smoky huts and became blind. This is a thing so long + expected by the Paiutes that when it comes they find it neither bitter nor + sweet, but tolerable because common. There were three other blind women in + the campoodie, withered fruit on a bough, but they had memory and speech. + By noon of the sun there were never any left in the campoodie but these or + some mother of weanlings, and they sat to keep the ashes warm upon the + hearth. If it were cold, they burrowed in the blankets of the hut; if it + were warm, they followed the shadow of the wickiup around. Stir much out + of their places they hardly dared, since one might not help another; but + they called, in high, old cracked voices, gossip and reminder across the + ash heaps. + </p> + <p> + Then, if they have your speech or you theirs, and have an hour to spare, + there are things to be learned of life not set down in any books, folk + tales, famine tales, love and long-suffering and desire, but no + whimpering. Now and then one or another of the blind keepers of the camp + will come across to where you sit gossiping, tapping her way among the + kitchen middens, guided by your voice that carries far in the clearness + and stillness of mesa afternoons. But suppose you find Seyavi retired into + the privacy of her blanket, you will get nothing for that day. There is no + other privacy possible in a campoodie. All the processes of life are + carried on out of doors or behind the thin, twig-woven walls of the + wickiup, and laughter is the only corrective for behavior. Very early the + Indian learns to possess his countenance in impassivity, to cover his head + with his blanket. Something to wrap around him is as necessary to the + Paiute as to you your closet to pray in. + </p> + <p> + So in her blanket Seyavi, sometime basket maker, sits by the unlit hearths + of her tribe and digests her life, nourishing her spirit against the time + of the spirit's need, for she knows in fact quite as much of these matters + as you who have a larger hope, though she has none but the certainty that + having borne herself courageously to this end she will not be reborn a + coyote. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0011" id="link2H_4_0011"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + THE STREETS OF THE MOUNTAINS + </h2> + <p> + All streets of the mountains lead to the citadel; steep or slow they go up + to the core of the hills. Any trail that goes otherwhere must dip and + cross, sidle and take chances. Rifts of the hills open into each other, + and the high meadows are often wide enough to be called valleys by + courtesy; but one keeps this distinction in mind,—valleys are the + sunken places of the earth, canons are scored out by the glacier ploughs + of God. They have a better name in the Rockies for these hill-fenced open + glades of pleasantness; they call them parks. Here and there in the hill + country one comes upon blind gullies fronted by high stony barriers. These + head also for the heart of the mountains; their distinction is that they + never get anywhere. + </p> + <p> + All mountain streets have streams to thread them, or deep grooves where a + stream might run. You would do well to avoid that range uncomforted by + singing floods. You will find it forsaken of most things but beauty and + madness and death and God. Many such lie east and north away from the mid + Sierras, and quicken the imagination with the sense of purposes not + revealed, but the ordinary traveler brings nothing away from them but an + intolerable thirst. + </p> + <p> + The river canons of the Sierras of the Snows are better worth while than + most Broadways, though the choice of them is like the choice of streets, + not very well determined by their names. There is always an amount of + local history to be read in the names of mountain highways where one + touches the successive waves of occupation or discovery, as in the old + villages where the neighborhoods are not built but grow. Here you have the + Spanish Californian in Cero Gordo and pinon; Symmes and Shepherd, pioneers + both; Tunawai, probably Shoshone; Oak Creek, Kearsarge,—easy to fix + the date of that christening,—Tinpah, Paiute that; Mist Canon and + Paddy Jack's. The streets of the west Sierras sloping toward the San + Joaquin are long and winding, but from the east, my country, a day's ride + carries one to the lake regions. The next day reaches the passes of the + high divide, but whether one gets passage depends a little on how many + have gone that road before, and much on one's own powers. The passes are + steep and windy ridges, though not the highest. By two and three thousand + feet the snow-caps overtop them. It is even possible to wind through the + Sierras without having passed above timber-line, but one misses a great + exhilaration. + </p> + <p> + The shape of a new mountain is roughly pyramidal, running out into long + shark-finned ridges that interfere and merge into other thunder-splintered + sierras. You get the saw-tooth effect from a distance, but the near-by + granite bulk glitters with the terrible keen polish of old glacial ages. I + say terrible; so it seems. When those glossy domes swim into the + alpenglow, wet after rain, you conceive how long and imperturbable are the + purposes of God. + </p> + <p> + Never believe what you are told, that midsummer is the best time to go up + the streets of the mountain—well—perhaps for the merely idle + or sportsmanly or scientific; but for seeing and understanding, the best + time is when you have the longest leave to stay. And here is a hint if you + would attempt the stateliest approaches; travel light, and as much as + possible live off the land. Mulligatawny soup and tinned lobster will not + bring you the favor of the woodlanders. + </p> + <p> + Every canon commends itself for some particular pleasantness; this for + pines, another for trout, one for pure bleak beauty of granite buttresses, + one for its far-flung irised falls; and as I say, though some are easier + going, leads each to the cloud shouldering citadel. First, near the canon + mouth you get the low-heading full-branched, one-leaf pines. That is the + sort of tree to know at sight, for the globose, resin-dripping cones have + palatable, nourishing kernels, the main harvest of the Paiutes. That + perhaps accounts for their growing accommodatingly below the limit of deep + snows, grouped sombrely on the valley-ward slopes. The real procession of + the pines begins in the rifts with the long-leafed Pinus jeffreyi, sighing + its soul away upon the wind. And it ought not to sigh in such good + company. Here begins the manzanita, adjusting its tortuous stiff stems to + the sharp waste of boulders, its pale olive leaves twisting edgewise to + the sleek, ruddy, chestnut stems; begins also the meadowsweet, burnished + laurel, and the million unregarded trumpets of the coral-red pentstemon. + Wild life is likely to be busiest about the lower pine borders. One looks + in hollow trees and hiving rocks for wild honey. The drone of bees, the + chatter of jays, the hurry and stir of squirrels, is incessant; the air is + odorous and hot. The roar of the stream fills up the morning and evening + intervals, and at night the deer feed in the buckthorn thickets. It is + worth watching the year round in the purlieus of the long-leafed pines. + One month or another you set sight or trail of most roving mountain + dwellers as they follow the limit of forbidding snows, and more bloom than + you can properly appreciate. + </p> + <p> + Whatever goes up or comes down the streets of the mountains, water has the + right of way; it takes the lowest ground and the shortest passage. Where + the rifts are narrow, and some of the Sierra canons are not a stone's + throw from wall to wall, the best trail for foot or horse winds + considerably above the watercourses; but in a country of cone-bearers + there is usually a good strip of swardy sod along the canon floor. Pine + woods, the short-leafed Balfour and Murryana of the high Sierras, are + sombre, rooted in the litter of a thousand years, hushed, and corrective + to the spirit. The trail passes insensibly into them from the black pines + and a thin belt of firs. You look back as you rise, and strain for + glimpses of the tawny valley, blue glints of the Bitter Lake, and tender + cloud films on the farther ranges. For such pictures the pine branches + make a noble frame. Presently they close in wholly; they draw mysteriously + near, covering your tracks, giving up the trail indifferently, or with a + secret grudge. You get a kind of impatience with their locked ranks, until + you come out lastly on some high, windy dome and see what they are about. + They troop thickly up the open ways, river banks, and brook borders; up + open swales of dribbling springs; swarm over old moraines; circle the + peaty swamps and part and meet about clean still lakes; scale the stony + gullies; tormented, bowed, persisting to the door of the storm chambers, + tall priests to pray for rain. The spring winds lift clouds of pollen + dust, finer than frankincense, and trail it out over high altars, staining + the snow. + </p> + <p> + No doubt they understand this work better than we; in fact they know no + other. "Come," say the churches of the valleys, after a season of dry + years, "let us pray for rain." They would do better to plant more trees. + </p> + <p> + It is a pity we have let the gift of lyric improvisation die out. Sitting + islanded on some gray peak above the encompassing wood, the soul is lifted + up to sing the Iliad of the pines. They have no voice but the wind, and no + sound of them rises up to the high places. But the waters, the evidences + of their power, that go down the steep and stony ways, the outlets of + ice-bordered pools, the young rivers swaying with the force of their + running, they sing and shout and trumpet at the falls, and the noise of it + far outreaches the forest spires. You see from these conning towers how + they call and find each other in the slender gorges; how they fumble in + the meadows, needing the sheer nearing walls to give them countenance and + show the way; and how the pine woods are made glad by them. + </p> + <p> + Nothing else in the streets of the mountains gives such a sense of + pageantry as the conifers; other trees, if they are any, are home + dwellers, like the tender fluttered, sisterhood of quaking asp. They grow + in clumps by spring borders, and all their stems have a permanent curve + toward the down slope, as you may also see in hillside pines, where they + have borne the weight of sagging drifts. + </p> + <p> + Well up from the valley, at the confluence of canons, are delectable + summer meadows. Fireweed flames about them against the gray boulders; + streams are open, go smoothly about the glacier slips and make deep bluish + pools for trout. Pines raise statelier shafts and give themselves room to + grow,—gentians, shinleaf, and little grass of Parnassus in their + golden checkered shadows; the meadow is white with violets and all + outdoors keeps the clock. For example, when the ripples at the ford of the + creek raise a clear half tone,—sign that the snow water has come + down from the heated high ridges,—it is time to light the evening + fire. When it drops off a note—but you will not know it except the + Douglas squirrel tells you with his high, fluty chirrup from the pines' + aerial gloom—sign that some star watcher has caught the first far + glint of the nearing sun. Whitney cries it from his vantage tower; it + flashes from Oppapago to the front of Williamson; LeConte speeds it to the + westering peaks. The high rills wake and run, the birds begin. But down + three thousand feet in the canon, where you stir the fire under the + cooking pot, it will not be day for an hour. It goes on, the play of light + across the high places, rosy, purpling, tender, glint and glow, thunder + and windy flood, like the grave, exulting talk of elders above a merry + game. + </p> + <p> + Who shall say what another will find most to his liking in the streets of + the mountains. As for me, once set above the country of the silver firs, I + must go on until I find white columbine. Around the amphitheatres of the + lake regions and above them to the limit of perennial drifts they gather + flock-wise in splintered rock wastes. The crowds of them, the airy spread + of sepals, the pale purity of the petal spurs, the quivering swing of + bloom, obsesses the sense. One must learn to spare a little of the pang of + inexpressible beauty, not to spend all one's purse in one shop. There is + always another year, and another. + </p> + <p> + Lingering on in the alpine regions until the first full snow, which is + often before the cessation of bloom, one goes down in good company. First + snows are soft and clogging and make laborious paths. Then it is the + roving inhabitants range down to the edge of the wood, below the limit of + early storms. Early winter and early spring one may have sight or track of + deer and bear and bighorn, cougar and bobcat, about the thickets of + buckthorn on open slopes between the black pines. But when the ice crust + is firm above the twenty foot drifts, they range far and forage where they + will. Often in midwinter will come, now and then, a long fall of soft snow + piling three or four feet above the ice crust, and work a real hardship + for the dwellers of these streets. When such a storm portends the + weather-wise blacktail will go down across the valley and up to the + pastures of Waban where no more snow falls than suffices to nourish the + sparsely growing pines. But the bighorn, the wild sheep, able to bear the + bitterest storms with no signs of stress, cannot cope with the loose + shifty snow. Never such a storm goes over the mountains that the Indians + do not catch them floundering belly deep among the lower rifts. I have a + pair of horns, inconceivably heavy, that were borne as late as a year ago + by a very monarch of the flock whom death overtook at the mouth of Oak + Creek after a week of wet snow. He met it as a king should, with no vain + effort or trembling, and it was wholly kind to take him so with four of + his following rather than that the night prowlers should find him. + </p> + <p> + There is always more life abroad in the winter hills than one looks to + find, and much more in evidence than in summer weather. Light feet of hare + that make no print on the forest litter leave a wondrously plain track in + the snow. We used to look and look at the beginning of winter for the + birds to come down from the pine lands; looked in the orchard and stubble; + looked north and south on the mesa for their migratory passing, and + wondered that they never came. Busy little grosbeaks picked about the + kitchen doors, and woodpeckers tapped the eaves of the farm buildings, but + we saw hardly any other of the frequenters of the summer canons. After a + while when we grew bold to tempt the snow borders we found them in the + street of the mountains. In the thick pine woods where the overlapping + boughs hung with snow-wreaths make wind-proof shelter tents, in a very + community of dwelling, winter the bird-folk who get their living from the + persisting cones and the larvae harboring bark. Ground inhabiting species + seek the dim snow chambers of the chaparral. Consider how it must be in a + hill-slope overgrown with stout-twigged, partly evergreen shrubs, more + than man high, and as thick as a hedge. Not all the canon's sifting of + snow can fill the intricate spaces of the hill tangles. Here and there an + overhanging rock, or a stiff arch of buckthorn, makes an opening to + communicating rooms and runways deep under the snow. + </p> + <p> + The light filtering through the snow walls is blue and ghostly, but serves + to show seeds of shrubs and grass, and berries, and the wind-built walls + are warm against the wind. It seems that live plants, especially if they + are evergreen and growing, give off heat; the snow wall melts earliest + from within and hollows to thinnness before there is a hint of spring in + the air. But you think of these things afterward. Up in the street it has + the effect of being done consciously; the buckthorns lean to each other + and the drift to them, the little birds run in and out of their appointed + ways with the greatest cheerfulness. They give almost no tokens of + distress, and even if the winter tries them too much you are not to pity + them. You of the house habit can hardly understand the sense of the hills. + No doubt the labor of being comfortable gives you an exaggerated opinion + of yourself, an exaggerated pain to be set aside. Whether the wild things + understand it or not they adapt themselves to its processes with the + greater ease. The business that goes on in the street of the mountain is + tremendous, world-formative. Here go birds, squirrels, and red deer, + children crying small wares and playing in the street, but they do not + obstruct its affairs. Summer is their holiday; "Come now," says the lord + of the street, "I have need of a great work and no more playing." + </p> + <p> + But they are left borders and breathing-space out of pure kindness. They + are not pushed out except by the exigencies of the nobler plan which they + accept with a dignity the rest of us have not yet learned. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0012" id="link2H_4_0012"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + WATER BORDERS + </h2> + <p> + I like that name the Indians give to the mountain of Lone Pine, and find + it pertinent to my subject,—Oppapago, The Weeper. It sits eastward + and solitary from the lordliest ranks of the Sierras, and above a range of + little, old, blunt hills, and has a bowed, grave aspect as of some woman + you might have known, looking out across the grassy barrows of her dead. + From twin gray lakes under its noble brow stream down incessant white and + tumbling waters. "Mahala all time cry," said Winnenap', drawing furrows in + his rugged, wrinkled cheeks. + </p> + <p> + The origin of mountain streams is like the origin of tears, patent to the + understanding but mysterious to the sense. They are always at it, but one + so seldom catches them in the act. Here in the valley there is no + cessation of waters even in the season when the niggard frost gives them + scant leave to run. They make the most of their midday hour, and tinkle + all night thinly under the ice. An ear laid to the snow catches a muffled + hint of their eternal busyness fifteen or twenty feet under the canon + drifts, and long before any appreciable spring thaw, the sagging edges of + the snow bridges mark out the place of their running. One who ventures to + look for it finds the immediate source of the spring freshets—all + the hill fronts furrowed with the reek of melting drifts, all the gravelly + flats in a swirl of waters. But later, in June or July, when the camping + season begins, there runs the stream away full and singing, with no + visible reinforcement other than an icy trickle from some high, belated + dot of snow. Oftenest the stream drops bodily from the bleak bowl of some + alpine lake; sometimes breaks out of a hillside as a spring where the ear + can trace it under the rubble of loose stones to the neighborhood of some + blind pool. But that leaves the lakes to be accounted for. + </p> + <p> + The lake is the eye of the mountain, jade green, placid, unwinking, also + unfathomable. Whatever goes on under the high and stony brows is guessed + at. It is always a favorite local tradition that one or another of the + blind lakes is bottomless. Often they lie in such deep cairns of broken + boulders that one never gets quite to them, or gets away unhurt. One such + drops below the plunging slope that the Kearsarge trail winds over, + perilously, nearing the pass. It lies still and wickedly green in its + sharp-lipped cap, and the guides of that region love to tell of the packs + and pack animals it has swallowed up. + </p> + <p> + But the lakes of Oppapago are perhaps not so deep, less green than gray, + and better befriended. The ousel haunts them, while still hang about their + coasts the thin undercut drifts that never quite leave the high altitudes. + In and out of the bluish ice caves he flits and sings, and his singing + heard from above is sweet and uncanny like the Nixie's chord. One finds + butterflies, too, about these high, sharp regions which might be called + desolate, but will not by me who love them. This is above timber-line but + not too high for comforting by succulent small herbs and golden tufted + grass. A granite mountain does not crumble with alacrity, but once + resolved to soil makes the best of it. Every handful of loose gravel not + wholly water leached affords a plant footing, and even in such unpromising + surroundings there is a choice of locations. There is never going to be + any communism of mountain herbage, their affinities are too sure. Full in + the tunnels of snow water on gravelly, open spaces in the shadow of a + drift, one looks to find buttercups, frozen knee-deep by night, and owning + no desire but to ripen their fruit above the icy bath. Soppy little plants + of the portulaca and small, fine ferns shiver under the drip of falls and + in dribbling crevices. The bleaker the situation, so it is near a stream + border, the better the cassiope loves it. Yet I have not found it on the + polished glacier slips, but where the country rock cleaves and splinters + in the high windy headlands that the wild sheep frequents, hordes and + hordes of the white bells swing over matted, mossy foliage. On Oppapago, + which is also called Sheep Mountain, one finds not far from the beds of + cassiope the ice-worn, stony hollows where the big-horns cradle their + young. + </p> + <p> + These are above the wolf's quest and the eagle's wont, and though the + heather beds are softer, they are neither so dry nor so warm, and here + only the stars go by. No other animal of any pretensions makes a habitat + of the alpine regions. Now and then one gets a hint of some small, brown + creature, rat or mouse kind, that slips secretly among the rocks; no + others adapt themselves to desertness of aridity or altitude so readily as + these ground inhabiting, graminivorous species. If there is an open stream + the trout go up the lake as far as the water breeds food for them, but the + ousel goes farthest, for pure love of it. + </p> + <p> + Since no lake can be at the highest point, it is possible to find plant + life higher than the water borders; grasses perhaps the highest, gilias, + royal blue trusses of polymonium, rosy plats of Sierra primroses. What one + has to get used to in flowers at high altitudes is the bleaching of the + sun. Hardly do they hold their virgin color for a day, and this early + fading before their function is performed gives them a pitiful appearance + not according with their hardihood. The color scheme runs along the high + ridges from blue to rosy purple, carmine and coral red; along the water + borders it is chiefly white and yellow where the mimulus makes a vivid + note, running into red when the two schemes meet and mix about the borders + of the meadows, at the upper limit of the columbine. + </p> + <p> + Here is the fashion in which a mountain stream gets down from the + perennial pastures of the snow to its proper level and identity as an + irrigating ditch. It slips stilly by the glacier scoured rim of an ice + bordered pool, drops over sheer, broken ledges to another pool, gathers + itself, plunges headlong on a rocky ripple slope, finds a lake again, + reinforced, roars downward to a pothole, foams and bridles, glides a + tranquil reach in some still meadow, tumbles into a sharp groove between + hill flanks, curdles under the stream tangles, and so arrives at the open + country and steadier going. Meadows, little strips of alpine freshness, + begin before the timberline is reached. Here one treads on a carpet of + dwarf willows, downy catkins of creditable size and the greatest economy + of foliage and stems. No other plant of high altitudes knows its business + so well. It hugs the ground, grows roots from stem joints where no roots + should be, grows a slender leaf or two and twice as many erect full + catkins that rarely, even in that short growing season, fail of fruit. + Dipping over banks in the inlets of the creeks, the fortunate find the + rosy apples of the miniature manzanita, barely, but always quite + sufficiently, borne above the spongy sod. It does not do to be anything + but humble in the alpine regions, but not fearful. I have pawed about for + hours in the chill sward of meadows where one might properly expect to get + one's death, and got no harm from it, except it might be Oliver Twist's + complaint. One comes soon after this to shrubby willows, and where willows + are trout may be confidently looked for in most Sierra streams. There is + no accounting for their distribution; though provident anglers have + assisted nature of late, one still comes upon roaring brown waters where + trout might very well be, but are not. + </p> + <p> + The highest limit of conifers—in the middle Sierras, the white bark + pine—is not along the water border. They come to it about the level + of the heather, but they have no such affinity for dampness as the + tamarack pines. Scarcely any bird-note breaks the stillness of the + timber-line, but chipmunks inhabit here, as may be guessed by the gnawed + ruddy cones of the pines, and lowering hours the woodchucks come down to + the water. On a little spit of land running into Windy Lake we found one + summer the evidence of a tragedy; a pair of sheep's horns not fully grown + caught in the crotch of a pine where the living sheep must have lodged + them. The trunk of the tree had quite closed over them, and the skull + bones crumbled away from the weathered horn cases. We hoped it was not too + far out of the running of night prowlers to have put a speedy end to the + long agony, but we could not be sure. I never liked the spit of Windy Lake + again. + </p> + <p> + It seems that all snow nourished plants count nothing so excellent in + their kind as to be forehanded with their bloom, working secretly to that + end under the high piled winters. The heathers begin by the lake borders, + while little sodden drifts still shelter under their branches. I have seen + the tiniest of them (Kalmia glauca) blooming, and with well-formed fruit, + a foot away from a snowbank from which it could hardly have emerged within + a week. Somehow the soul of the heather has entered into the blood of the + English-speaking. "And oh! is that heather?" they say; and the most + indifferent ends by picking a sprig of it in a hushed, wondering way. One + must suppose that the root of their respective races issued from the + glacial borders at about the same epoch, and remember their origin. + </p> + <p> + Among the pines where the slope of the land allows it, the streams run + into smooth, brown, trout-abounding rills across open flats that are in + reality filled lake basins. These are the displaying grounds of the + gentians—blue—blue—eye-blue, perhaps, virtuous and + likable flowers. One is not surprised to learn that they have tonic + properties. But if your meadow should be outside the forest reserve, and + the sheep have been there, you will find little but the shorter, paler G. + newberryii, and in the matted sods of the little tongues of greenness that + lick up among the pines along the watercourses, white, scentless, nearly + stemless, alpine violets. + </p> + <p> + At about the nine thousand foot level and in the summer there will be + hosts of rosy-winged dodecatheon, called shooting-stars, outlining the + crystal tunnels in the sod. Single flowers have often a two-inch spread of + petal, and the full, twelve blossomed heads above the slender pedicels + have the airy effect of wings. + </p> + <p> + It is about this level one looks to find the largest lakes with thick + ranks of pines bearing down on them, often swamped in the summer floods + and paying the inevitable penalty for such encroachment. Here in wet coves + of the hills harbors that crowd of bloom that makes the wonder of the + Sierra canons. + </p> + <p> + They drift under the alternate flicker and gloom of the windy rooms of + pines, in gray rock shelters, and by the ooze of blind springs, and their + juxtapositions are the best imaginable. Lilies come up out of fern beds, + columbine swings over meadowsweet, white rein-orchids quake in the leaning + grass. Open swales, where in wet years may be running water, are + plantations of false hellebore (Veratrum californicum), tall, branched + candelabra of greenish bloom above the sessile, sheathing, boat-shaped + leaves, semi-translucent in the sun. A stately plant of the lily family, + but why "false?" It is frankly offensive in its character, and its young + juices deadly as any hellebore that ever grew. + </p> + <p> + Like most mountain herbs, it has an uncanny haste to bloom. One hears by + night, when all the wood is still, the crepitatious rustle of the + unfolding leaves and the pushing flower-stalk within, that has open + blossoms before it has fairly uncramped from the sheath. It commends + itself by a certain exclusiveness of growth, taking enough room and never + elbowing; for if the flora of the lake region has a fault it is that there + is too much of it. We have more than three hundred species from Kearsarge + Canon alone, and if that does not include them all it is because they were + already collected otherwhere. + </p> + <p> + One expects to find lakes down to about nine thousand feet, leading into + each other by comparatively open ripple slopes and white cascades. Below + the lakes are filled basins that are still spongy swamps, or substantial + meadows, as they get down and down. + </p> + <p> + Here begin the stream tangles. On the east slopes of the middle Sierras + the pines, all but an occasional yellow variety, desert the stream borders + about the level of the lowest lakes, and the birches and tree-willows + begin. The firs hold on almost to the mesa levels,—there are no + foothills on this eastern slope,—and whoever has firs misses nothing + else. It goes without saying that a tree that can afford to take fifty + years to its first fruiting will repay acquaintance. It keeps, too, all + that half century, a virginal grace of outline, but having once flowered, + begins quietly to put away the things of its youth. Years by year the + lower rounds of boughs are shed, leaving no scar; year by year the + star-branched minarets approach the sky. A fir-tree loves a water border, + loves a long wind in a draughty canon, loves to spend itself secretly on + the inner finishings of its burnished, shapely cones. Broken open in + mid-season the petal-shaped scales show a crimson satin surface, perfect + as a rose. + </p> + <p> + The birch—the brown-bark western birch characteristic of lower + stream tangles—is a spoil sport. It grows thickly to choke the + stream that feeds it; grudges it the sky and space for angler's rod and + fly. The willows do better; painted-cup, cypripedium, and the hollow + stalks of span-broad white umbels, find a footing among their stems. But + in general the steep plunges, the white swirls, green and tawny pools, the + gliding hush of waters between the meadows and the mesas afford little + fishing and few flowers. + </p> + <p> + One looks for these to begin again when once free of the rifted canon + walls; the high note of babble and laughter falls off to the steadier + mellow tone of a stream that knows its purpose and reflects the sky. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0013" id="link2H_4_0013"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + OTHER WATER BORDERS + </h2> + <p> + It is the proper destiny of every considerable stream in the west to + become an irrigating ditch. It would seem the streams are willing. They go + as far as they can, or dare, toward the tillable lands in their own + boulder fenced gullies—but how much farther in the man-made + waterways. It is difficult to come into intimate relations with + appropriated waters; like very busy people they have no time to reveal + themselves. One needs to have known an irrigating ditch when it was a + brook, and to have lived by it, to mark the morning and evening tone of + its crooning, rising and falling to the excess of snow water; to have + watched far across the valley, south to the Eclipse and north to the + Twisted Dyke, the shining wall of the village water gate; to see still + blue herons stalking the little glinting weirs across the field. + </p> + <p> + Perhaps to get into the mood of the waterways one needs to have seen old + Amos Judson asquat on the headgate with his gun, guarding his water-right + toward the end of a dry summer. Amos owned the half of Tule Creek and the + other half pertained to the neighboring Greenfields ranch. Years of a + "short water crop," that is, when too little snow fell on the high pine + ridges, or, falling, melted too early, Amos held that it took all the + water that came down to make his half, and maintained it with a Winchester + and a deadly aim. Jesus Montana, first proprietor of Greenfields,—you + can see at once that Judson had the racial advantage,—contesting the + right with him, walked into five of Judson's bullets and his eternal + possessions on the same occasion. That was the Homeric age of settlement + and passed into tradition. Twelve years later one of the Clarks, holding + Greenfields, not so very green by now, shot one of the Judsons. Perhaps he + hoped that also might become classic, but the jury found for manslaughter. + It had the effect of discouraging the Greenfields claim, but Amos used to + sit on the headgate just the same, as quaint and lone a figure as the + sandhill crane watching for water toads below the Tule drop. + </p> + <p> + Every subsequent owner of Greenfields bought it with Amos in full view. + The last of these was Diedrick. Along in August of that year came a week + of low water. Judson's ditch failed and he went out with his rifle to + learn why. There on the headgate sat Diedrick's frau with a long-handled + shovel across her lap and all the water turned into Diedrick's ditch; + there she sat knitting through the long sun, and the children brought out + her dinner. It was all up with Amos; he was too much of a gentleman to + fight a lady—that was the way he expressed it. She was a very large + lady, and a long-handled shovel is no mean weapon. The next year Judson + and Diedrick put in a modern water gauge and took the summer ebb in equal + inches. Some of the water-right difficulties are more squalid than this, + some more tragic; but unless you have known them you cannot very well know + what the water thinks as it slips past the gardens and in the long slow + sweeps of the canal. You get that sense of brooding from the confined and + sober floods, not all at once but by degrees, as one might become aware of + a middle-aged and serious neighbor who has had that in his life to make + him so. It is the repose of the completely accepted instinct. + </p> + <p> + With the water runs a certain following of thirsty herbs and shrubs. The + willows go as far as the stream goes, and a bit farther on the slightest + provocation. They will strike root in the leak of a flume, or the dribble + of an overfull bank, coaxing the water beyond its appointed bounds. Given + a new waterway in a barren land, and in three years the willows have + fringed all its miles of banks; three years more and they will touch tops + across it. It is perhaps due to the early usurpation of the willows that + so little else finds growing-room along the large canals. The birch + beginning far back in the canon tangles is more conservative; it is shy of + man haunts and needs to have the permanence of its drink assured. It stops + far short of the summer limit of waters, and I have never known it to take + up a position on the banks beyond the ploughed lands. There is something + almost like premeditation in the avoidance of cultivated tracts by certain + plants of water borders. The clematis, mingling its foliage secretly with + its host, comes down with the stream tangles to the village fences, skips + over to corners of little used pasture lands and the plantations that + spring up about waste water pools; but never ventures a footing in the + trail of spade or plough; will not be persuaded to grow in any garden + plot. On the other hand, the horehound, the common European species + imported with the colonies, hankers after hedgerows and snug little + borders. It is more widely distributed than many native species, and may + be always found along the ditches in the village corners, where it is not + appreciated. The irrigating ditch is an impartial distributer. It gathers + all the alien weeds that come west in garden and grass seeds and affords + them harbor in its banks. There one finds the European mallow (Malva + rotundifolia) spreading out to the streets with the summer overflow, and + every spring a dandelion or two, brought in with the blue grass seed, + uncurls in the swardy soil. Farther than either of these have come the + lilies that the Chinese coolies cultivate in adjacent mud holes for their + foodful bulbs. The seegoo establishes itself very readily in swampy + borders, and the white blossom spikes among the arrow-pointed leaves are + quite as acceptable to the eye as any native species. + </p> + <p> + In the neighborhood of towns founded by the Spanish Californians, whether + this plant is native to the locality or not, one can always find aromatic + clumps of yerba buena, the "good herb" (Micromeria douglassii). The virtue + of it as a febrifuge was taught to the mission fathers by the neophytes, + and wise old dames of my acquaintance have worked astonishing cures with + it and the succulent yerba mansa. This last is native to wet meadows and + distinguished enough to have a family all to itself. + </p> + <p> + Where the irrigating ditches are shallow and a little neglected, they + choke quickly with watercress that multiplies about the lowest Sierra + springs. It is characteristic of the frequenters of water borders near man + haunts, that they are chiefly of the sorts that are useful to man, as if + they made their services an excuse for the intrusion. The joint-grass of + soggy pastures produces edible, nut-flavored tubers, called by the Indians + taboose. The common reed of the ultramontane marshes (here Phragmites + vulgaris), a very stately, whispering reed, light and strong for shafts or + arrows, affords sweet sap and pith which makes a passable sugar. + </p> + <p> + It seems the secrets of plant powers and influences yield themselves most + readily to primitive peoples, at least one never hears of the knowledge + coming from any other source. The Indian never concerns himself, as the + botanist and the poet, with the plant's appearances and relations, but + with what it can do for him. + </p> + <p> + It can do much, but how do you suppose he finds it out; what instincts or + accidents guide him? How does a cat know when to eat catnip? Why do + western bred cattle avoid loco weed, and strangers eat it and go mad? One + might suppose that in a time of famine the Paiutes digged wild parsnip in + meadow corners and died from eating it, and so learned to produce death + swiftly and at will. But how did they learn, repenting in the last agony, + that animal fat is the best antidote for its virulence; and who taught + them that the essence of joint pine (Ephedra nevadensis), which looks to + have no juice in it of any sort, is efficacious in stomachic disorders. + But they so understand and so use. One believes it to be a sort of + instinct atrophied by disuse in a complexer civilization. I remember very + well when I came first upon a wet meadow of yerba mansa, not knowing its + name or use. It looked potent; the cool, shiny leaves, the succulent, pink + stems and fruity bloom. A little touch, a hint, a word, and I should have + known what use to put them to. So I felt, unwilling to leave it until we + had come to an understanding. So a musician might have felt in the + presence of an instrument known to be within his province, but beyond his + power. It was with the relieved sense of having shaped a long surmise that + I watched the Senora Romero make a poultice of it for my burned hand. + </p> + <p> + On, down from the lower lakes to the village weirs, the brown and golden + disks of helenum have beauty as a sufficient excuse for being. The plants + anchor out on tiny capes, or mid-stream islets, with the nearly sessile + radicle leaves submerged. The flowers keep up a constant trepidation in + time with the hasty water beating at their stems, a quivering, instinct + with life, that seems always at the point of breaking into flight; just as + the babble of the watercourses always approaches articulation but never + quite achieves it. Although of wide range the helenum never makes itself + common through profusion, and may be looked for in the same places from + year to year. Another lake dweller that comes down to the ploughed lands + is the red columbine. ( C.truncata). It requires no encouragement other + than shade, but grows too rank in the summer heats and loses its wildwood + grace. A common enough orchid in these parts is the false lady's slipper + (Epipactis gigantea), one that springs up by any water where there is + sufficient growth of other sorts to give it countenance. It seems to + thrive best in an atmosphere of suffocation. + </p> + <p> + The middle Sierras fall off abruptly eastward toward the high valleys. + Peaks of the fourteen thousand class, belted with sombre swathes of pine, + rise almost directly from the bench lands with no foothill approaches. At + the lower edge of the bench or mesa the land falls away, often by a fault, + to the river hollows, and along the drop one looks for springs or + intermittent swampy swales. Here the plant world resembles a little the + lake gardens, modified by altitude and the use the town folk put it to for + pasture. Here are cress, blue violets, potentilla, and, in the damp of the + willow fence-rows, white false asphodels. I am sure we make too free use + of this word FALSE in naming plants—false mallow, false lupine, and + the like. The asphodel is at least no falsifier, but a true lily by all + the heaven-set marks, though small of flower and run mostly to leaves, and + should have a name that gives it credit for growing up in such celestial + semblance. Native to the mesa meadows is a pale iris, gardens of it acres + wide, that in the spring season of full bloom make an airy fluttering as + of azure wings. Single flowers are too thin and sketchy of outline to + affect the imagination, but the full fields have the misty blue of mirage + waters rolled across desert sand, and quicken the senses to the + anticipation of things ethereal. A very poet's flower, I thought; not fit + for gathering up, and proving a nuisance in the pastures, therefore + needing to be the more loved. And one day I caught Winnenap' drawing out + from mid leaf a fine strong fibre for making snares. The borders of the + iris fields are pure gold, nearly sessile buttercups and a + creeping-stemmed composite of a redder hue. I am convinced that + English-speaking children will always have buttercups. If they do not + light upon the original companion of little frogs they will take the next + best and cherish it accordingly. I find five unrelated species loved by + that name, and as many more and as inappropriately called cowslips. + </p> + <p> + By every mesa spring one may expect to find a single shrub of the + buckthorn, called of old time Cascara sagrada—the sacred bark. Up in + the canons, within the limit of the rains, it seeks rather a stony slope, + but in the dry valleys is not found away from water borders. + </p> + <p> + In all the valleys and along the desert edges of the west are considerable + areas of soil sickly with alkali-collecting pools, black and evil-smelling + like old blood. Very little grows hereabout but thick-leaved pickle weed. + Curiously enough, in this stiff mud, along roadways where there is + frequently a little leakage from canals, grows the only western + representative of the true heliotropes (Heliotropium curassavicum). It has + flowers of faded white, foliage of faded green, resembling the + "live-for-ever" of old gardens and graveyards, but even less attractive. + After so much schooling in the virtues of water-seeking plants, one is not + surprised to learn that its mucilaginous sap has healing powers. + </p> + <p> + Last and inevitable resort of overflow waters is the tulares, great wastes + of reeds (Juncus) in sickly, slow streams. The reeds, called tules, are + ghostly pale in winter, in summer deep poisonous-looking green, the waters + thick and brown; the reed beds breaking into dingy pools, clumps of + rotting willows, narrow winding water lanes and sinking paths. The tules + grow inconceivably thick in places, standing man-high above the water; + cattle, no, not any fish nor fowl can penetrate them. Old stalks succumb + slowly; the bed soil is quagmire, settling with the weight as it fills and + fills. Too slowly for counting they raise little islands from the bog and + reclaim the land. The waters pushed out cut deeper channels, gnaw off the + edges of the solid earth. + </p> + <p> + The tulares are full of mystery and malaria. That is why we have meant to + explore them and have never done so. It must be a happy mystery. So you + would think to hear the redwinged blackbirds proclaim it clear March + mornings. Flocks of them, and every flock a myriad, shelter in the dry, + whispering stems. They make little arched runways deep into the heart of + the tule beds. Miles across the valley one hears the clamor of their high, + keen flutings in the mating weather. + </p> + <p> + Wild fowl, quacking hordes of them, nest in the tulares. Any day's venture + will raise from open shallows the great blue heron on his hollow wings. + Chill evenings the mallard drakes cry continually from the glassy pools, + the bittern's hollow boom rolls along the water paths. Strange and + farflown fowl drop down against the saffron, autumn sky. All day wings + beat above it hazy with speed; long flights of cranes glimmer in the + twilight. By night one wakes to hear the clanging geese go over. One + wishes for, but gets no nearer speech from those the reedy fens have + swallowed up. What they do there, how fare, what find, is the secret of + the tulares. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0014" id="link2H_4_0014"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + NURSLINGS OF THE SKY + </h2> + <p> + Choose a hill country for storms. There all the business of the weather is + carried on above your horizon and loses its terror in familiarity. When + you come to think about it, the disastrous storms are on the levels, sea + or sand or plains. There you get only a hint of what is about to happen, + the fume of the gods rising from their meeting place under the rim of the + world; and when it breaks upon you there is no stay nor shelter. The + terrible mewings and mouthings of a Kansas wind have the added terror of + viewlessness. You are lapped in them like uprooted grass; suspect them of + a personal grudge. But the storms of hill countries have other business. + They scoop watercourses, manure the pines, twist them to a finer fibre, + fit the firs to be masts and spars, and, if you keep reasonably out of the + track of their affairs, do you no harm. + </p> + <p> + They have habits to be learned, appointed paths, seasons, and warnings, + and they leave you in no doubt about their performances. One who builds + his house on a water scar or the rubble of a steep slope must take + chances. So they did in Overtown who built in the wash of Argus water, and + at Kearsarge at the foot of a steep, treeless swale. After twenty years + Argus water rose in the wash against the frail houses, and the piled snows + of Kearsarge slid down at a thunder peal over the cabins and the camp, but + you could conceive that it was the fault of neither the water nor the + snow. + </p> + <p> + The first effect of cloud study is a sense of presence and intention in + storm processes. Weather does not happen. It is the visible manifestation + of the Spirit moving itself in the void. It gathers itself together under + the heavens; rains, snows, yearns mightily in wind, smiles; and the + Weather Bureau, situated advantageously for that very business, taps the + record on his instruments and going out on the streets denies his God, not + having gathered the sense of what he has seen. Hardly anybody takes + account of the fact that John Muir, who knows more of mountain storms than + any other, is a devout man. + </p> + <p> + Of the high Sierras choose the neighborhood of the splintered peaks about + the Kern and King's river divide for storm study, or the short, + wide-mouthed canons opening eastward on high valleys. Days when the + hollows are steeped in a warm, winey flood the clouds came walking on the + floor of heaven, flat and pearly gray beneath, rounded and pearly white + above. They gather flock-wise, moving on the level currents that roll + about the peaks, lock hands and settle with the cooler air, drawing a veil + about those places where they do their work. If their meeting or parting + takes place at sunrise or sunset, as it often does, one gets the splendor + of the apocalypse. There will be cloud pillars miles high, snow-capped, + glorified, and preserving an orderly perspective before the unbarred door + of the sun, or perhaps mere ghosts of clouds that dance to some pied piper + of an unfelt wind. But be it day or night, once they have settled to their + work, one sees from the valley only the blank wall of their tents + stretched along the ranges. To get the real effect of a mountain storm you + must be inside. + </p> + <p> + One who goes often into a hill country learns not to say: What if it + should rain? It always does rain somewhere among the peaks: the unusual + thing is that one should escape it. You might suppose that if you took any + account of plant contrivances to save their pollen powder against showers. + Note how many there are deep-throated and bell-flowered like the + pentstemons, how many have nodding pedicels as the columbine, how many + grow in copse shelters and grow there only. There is keen delight in the + quick showers of summer canons, with the added comfort, born of + experience, of knowing that no harm comes of a wetting at high altitudes. + The day is warm; a white cloud spies over the canon wall, slips up behind + the ridge to cross it by some windy pass, obscures your sun. Next you hear + the rain drum on the broad-leaved hellebore, and beat down the mimulus + beside the brook. + </p> + <p> + You shelter on the lee of some strong pine with shut-winged butterflies + and merry, fiddling creatures of the wood. Runnels of rain water from the + glacier-slips swirl through the pine needles into rivulets; the streams + froth and rise in their banks. The sky is white with cloud; the sky is + gray with rain; the sky is clear. The summer showers leave no wake. + </p> + <p> + Such as these follow each other day by day for weeks in August weather. + Sometimes they chill suddenly into wet snow that packs about the lake + gardens clear to the blossom frills, and melts away harmlessly. Sometimes + one has the good fortune from a heather-grown headland to watch a + rain-cloud forming in mid-air. Out over meadow or lake region begins a + little darkling of the sky,—no cloud, no wind, just a smokiness such + as spirits materialize from in witch stories. + </p> + <p> + It rays out and draws to it some floating films from secret canons. Rain + begins, "slow dropping veil of thinnest lawn;" a wind comes up and drives + the formless thing across a meadow, or a dull lake pitted by the glancing + drops, dissolving as it drives. Such rains relieve like tears. + </p> + <p> + The same season brings the rains that have work to do, ploughing storms + that alter the face of things. These come with thunder and the play of + live fire along the rocks. They come with great winds that try the pines + for their work upon the seas and strike out the unfit. They shake down + avalanches of splinters from sky-line pinnacles and raise up sudden floods + like battle fronts in the canons against towns, trees, and boulders. They + would be kind if they could, but have more important matters. Such storms, + called cloud-bursts by the country folk, are not rain, rather the + spillings of Thor's cup, jarred by the Thunderer. After such a one the + water that comes up in the village hydrants miles away is white with + forced bubbles from the wind-tormented streams. + </p> + <p> + All that storms do to the face of the earth you may read in the + geographies, but not what they do to our contemporaries. I remember one + night of thunderous rain made unendurably mournful by the houseless cry of + a cougar whose lair, and perhaps his family, had been buried under a slide + of broken boulders on the slope of Kearsarge. We had heard the heavy + detonation of the slide about the hour of the alpenglow, a pale rosy + interval in a darkling air, and judged he must have come from hunting to + the ruined cliff and paced the night out before it, crying a very human + woe. I remember, too, in that same season of storms, a lake made milky + white for days, and crowded out of its bed by clay washed into it by a + fury of rain, with the trout floating in it belly up, stunned by the shock + of the sudden flood. But there were trout enough for what was left of the + lake next year and the beginning of a meadow about its upper rim. What + taxed me most in the wreck of one of my favorite canons by cloud-burst was + to see a bobcat mother mouthing her drowned kittens in the ruined lair + built in the wash, far above the limit of accustomed waters, but not far + enough for the unexpected. After a time you get the point of view of gods + about these things to save you from being too pitiful. + </p> + <p> + The great snows that come at the beginning of winter, before there is yet + any snow except the perpetual high banks, are best worth while to watch. + These come often before the late bloomers are gone and while the migratory + birds are still in the piney woods. Down in the valley you see little but + the flocking of blackbirds in the streets, or the low flight of mallards + over the tulares, and the gathering of clouds behind Williamson. First + there is a waiting stillness in the wood; the pine-trees creak although + there is no wind, the sky glowers, the firs rock by the water borders. The + noise of the creek rises insistently and falls off a full note like a + child abashed by sudden silence in the room. + </p> + <p> + This changing of the stream-tone following tardily the changes of the sun + on melting snows is most meaningful of wood notes. After it runs a little + trumpeter wind to cry the wild creatures to their holes. Sometimes the + warning hangs in the air for days with increasing stillness. Only Clark's + crow and the strident jays make light of it; only they can afford to. The + cattle get down to the foothills and ground-inhabiting creatures make fast + their doors. It grows chill, blind clouds fumble in the canons; there will + be a roll of thunder, perhaps, or a flurry of rain, but mostly the snow is + born in the air with quietness and the sense of strong white pinions + softly stirred. It increases, is wet and clogging, and makes a white night + of midday. + </p> + <p> + There is seldom any wind with first snows, more often rain, but later, + when there is already a smooth foot or two over all the slopes, the drifts + begin. The late snows are fine and dry, mere ice granules at the wind's + will. Keen mornings after a storm they are blown out in wreaths and + banners from the high ridges sifting into the canons. + </p> + <p> + Once in a year or so we have a "big snow." The cloud tents are widened out + to shut in the valley and an outlying range or two and are drawn tight + against the sun. Such a storm begins warm, with a dry white mist that + fills and fills between the ridges, and the air is thick with formless + groaning. Now for days you get no hint of the neighboring ranges until the + snows begin to lighten and some shouldering peak lifts through a rent. + Mornings after the heavy snows are steely blue, two-edged with cold, + divinely fresh and still, and these are times to go up to the pine + borders. There you may find floundering in the unstable drifts "tainted + wethers" of the wild sheep, faint from age and hunger; easy prey. Even the + deer make slow going in the thick fresh snow, and once we found a + wolverine going blind and feebly in the white glare. + </p> + <p> + No tree takes the snow stress with such ease as the silver fir. The + star-whorled, fan-spread branches droop under the soft wreaths—droop + and press flatly to the trunk; presently the point of overloading is + reached, there is a soft sough and muffled drooping, the boughs recover, + and the weighting goes on until the drifts have reached the midmost whorls + and covered up the branches. + </p> + <p> + When the snows are particularly wet and heavy they spread over the young + firs in green-ribbed tents wherein harbor winter loving birds. + </p> + <p> + All storms of desert hills, except wind storms, are impotent. East and + east of the Sierras they rise in nearly parallel ranges, desertward, and + no rain breaks over them, except from some far-strayed cloud or roving + wind from the California Gulf, and these only in winter. In summer the sky + travails with thunderings and the flare of sheet lightnings to win a few + blistering big drops, and once in a lifetime the chance of a torrent. But + you have not known what force resides in the mindless things until you + have known a desert wind. One expects it at the turn of the two seasons, + wet and dry, with electrified tense nerves. Along the edge of the mesa + where it drops off to the valley, dust devils begin to rise white and + steady, fanning out at the top like the genii out of the Fisherman's + bottle. One supposes the Indians might have learned the use of smoke + signals from these dust pillars as they learn most things direct from the + tutelage of the earth. The air begins to move fluently, blowing hot and + cold between the ranges. Far south rises a murk of sand against the sky; + it grows, the wind shakes itself, and has a smell of earth. The cloud of + small dust takes on the color of gold and shuts out the neighborhood, the + push of the wind is unsparing. Only man of all folk is foolish enough to + stir abroad in it. But being in a house is really much worse; no relief + from the dust, and a great fear of the creaking timbers. There is no + looking ahead in such a wind, and the bite of the small sharp sand on + exposed skin is keener than any insect sting. One might sleep, for the + lapping of the wind wears one to the point of exhaustion very soon, but + there is dread, in open sand stretches sometimes justified, of being over + blown by the drift. It is hot, dry, fretful work, but by going along the + ground with the wind behind, one may come upon strange things in its + tumultuous privacy. I like these truces of wind and heat that the desert + makes, otherwise I do not know how I should come by so many acquaintances + with furtive folk. I like to see hawks sitting daunted in shallow holes, + not daring to spread a feather, and doves in a row by the prickle-bushes, + and shut-eyed cattle, turned tail to the wind in a patient doze. I like + the smother of sand among the dunes, and finding small coiled snakes in + open places, but I never like to come in a wind upon the silly sheep. The + wind robs them of what wit they had, and they seem never to have learned + the self-induced hypnotic stupor with which most wild things endure + weather stress. I have never heard that the desert winds brought harm to + any other than the wandering shepherds and their flocks. Once below + Pastaria Little Pete showed me bones sticking out of the sand where a + flock of two hundred had been smothered in a bygone wind. In many places + the four-foot posts of a cattle fence had been buried by the wind-blown + dunes. + </p> + <p> + It is enough occupation, when no storm is brewing, to watch the cloud + currents and the chambers of the sky. From Kearsarge, say, you look over + Inyo and find pink soft cloud masses asleep on the level desert air; south + of you hurries a white troop late to some gathering of their kind at the + back of Oppapago; nosing the foot of Waban, a woolly mist creeps south. In + the clean, smooth paths of the middle sky and highest up in air, drift, + unshepherded, small flocks ranging contrarily. You will find the proper + names of these things in the reports of the Weather Bureau—cirrus, + cumulus, and the like and charts that will teach by study when to sow and + take up crops. It is astonishing the trouble men will be at to find out + when to plant potatoes, and gloze over the eternal meaning of the skies. + You have to beat out for yourself many mornings on the windy headlands the + sense of the fact that you get the same rainbow in the cloud drift over + Waban and the spray of your garden hose. And not necessarily then do you + live up to it. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0015" id="link2H_4_0015"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + THE LITTLE TOWN OF THE GRAPE VINES + </h2> + <p> + There are still some places in the west where the quails cry "cuidado"; + where all the speech is soft, all the manners gentle; where all the dishes + have chile in them, and they make more of the Sixteenth of September than + they do of the Fourth of July. I mean in particular El Pueblo de Las Uvas. + Where it lies, how to come at it, you will not get from me; rather would I + show you the heron's nest in the tulares. It has a peak behind it, + glinting above the tamarack pines, above a breaker of ruddy hills that + have a long slope valley-wards and the shoreward steep of waves toward the + Sierras. + </p> + <p> + Below the Town of the Grape Vines, which shortens to Las Uvas for common + use, the land dips away to the river pastures and the tulares. It shrouds + under a twilight thicket of vines, under a dome of cottonwood-trees, + drowsy and murmurous as a hive. Hereabouts are some strips of tillage and + the headgates that dam up the creek for the village weirs; upstream you + catch the growl of the arrastra. Wild vines that begin among the willows + lap over to the orchard rows, take the trellis and roof-tree. + </p> + <p> + There is another town above Las Uvas that merits some attention, a town of + arches and airy crofts, full of linnets, blackbirds, fruit birds, small + sharp hawks, and mockingbirds that sing by night. They pour out piercing, + unendurably sweet cavatinas above the fragrance of bloom and musky smell + of fruit. Singing is in fact the business of the night at Las Uvas as + sleeping is for midday. When the moon comes over the mountain wall + new-washed from the sea, and the shadows lie like lace on the stamped + floors of the patios, from recess to recess of the vine tangle runs the + thrum of guitars and the voice of singing. + </p> + <p> + At Las Uvas they keep up all the good customs brought out of Old Mexico or + bred in a lotus-eating land; drink, and are merry and look out for + something to eat afterward; have children, nine or ten to a family, have + cock-fights, keep the siesta, smoke cigarettes and wait for the sun to go + down. And always they dance; at dusk on the smooth adobe floors, + afternoons under the trellises where the earth is damp and has a fruity + smell. A betrothal, a wedding, or a christening, or the mere proximity of + a guitar is sufficient occasion; and if the occasion lacks, send for the + guitar and dance anyway. + </p> + <p> + All this requires explanation. Antonio Sevadra, drifting this way from Old + Mexico with the flood that poured into the Tappan district after the first + notable strike, discovered La Golondrina. It was a generous lode and Tony + a good fellow; to work it he brought in all the Sevadras, even to the + twice-removed; all the Castros who were his wife's family, all the Saises, + Romeros, and Eschobars,—the relations of his relations-in-law. There + you have the beginning of a pretty considerable town. To these accrued + much of the Spanish California float swept out of the southwest by eastern + enterprise. They slacked away again when the price of silver went down, + and the ore dwindled in La Golondrina. All the hot eddy of mining life + swept away from that corner of the hills, but there were always those too + idle, too poor to move, or too easily content with El Pueblo de Las Uvas. + </p> + <p> + Nobody comes nowadays to the town of the grape vines except, as we say, + "with the breath of crying," but of these enough. All the low sills run + over with small heads. Ah, ah! There is a kind of pride in that if you did + but know it, to have your baby every year or so as the time sets, and keep + a full breast. So great a blessing as marriage is easily come by. It is + told of Ruy Garcia that when he went for his marriage license he lacked a + dollar of the clerk's fee, but borrowed it of the sheriff, who expected + reelection and exhibited thereby a commendable thrift. Of what account is + it to lack meal or meat when you may have it of any neighbor? Besides, + there is sometimes a point of honor in these things. Jesus Romero, father + of ten, had a job sacking ore in the Marionette which he gave up of his + own accord. "Eh, why?" said Jesus, "for my fam'ly." + </p> + <p> + "It is so, senora," he said solemnly, "I go to the Marionette, I work, I + eat meat—pie—frijoles—good, ver' good. I come home + sad'day nigh' I see my fam'ly. I play lil' game poker with the boys, have + lil' drink wine, my money all gone. My fam'ly have no money, nothing eat. + All time I work at mine I eat, good, ver' good grub. I think sorry for my + fam'ly. No, no, senora, I no work no more that Marionette, I stay with my + fam'ly." The wonder of it is, I think, that the family had the same point + of view. + </p> + <p> + Every house in the town of the vines has its garden plot, corn and brown + beans and a row of peppers reddening in the sun; and in damp borders of + the irrigating ditches clumps of yerbasanta, horehound, catnip, and + spikenard, wholesome herbs and curative, but if no peppers then nothing at + all. You will have for a holiday dinner, in Las Uvas, soup with meat balls + and chile in it, chicken with chile, rice with chile, fried beans with + more chile, enchilada, which is corn cake with the sauce of chile and + tomatoes, onion, grated cheese, and olives, and for a relish chile tepines + passed about in a dish, all of which is comfortable and corrective to the + stomach. You will have wine which every man makes for himself, of good + body and inimitable bouquet, and sweets that are not nearly so nice as + they look. + </p> + <p> + There are two occasions when you may count on that kind of a meal; always + on the Sixteenth of September, and on the two-yearly visits of Father + Shannon. It is absurd, of course, that El Pueblo de Las Uvas should have + an Irish priest, but Black Rock, Minton, Jimville, and all that country + round do not find it so. Father Shannon visits them all, waits by the Red + Butte to confess the shepherds who go through with their flocks, carries + blessing to small and isolated mines, and so in the course of a year or so + works around to Las Uvas to bury and marry and christen. Then all the + little graves in the Campo Santo are brave with tapers, the brown pine + headboards blossom like Aaron's rod with paper roses and bright cheap + prints of Our Lady of Sorrows. Then the Senora Sevadra, who thinks herself + elect of heaven for that office, gathers up the original sinners, the + little Elijias, Lolas, Manuelitas, Joses, and Felipes, by dint of + adjurations and sweets smuggled into small perspiring palms, to fit them + for the Sacrament. + </p> + <p> + I used to peek in at them, never so softly, in Dona Ina's living-room; + Raphael-eyed little imps, going sidewise on their knees to rest them from + the bare floor, candles lit on the mantel to give a religious air, and a + great sheaf of wild bloom before the Holy Family. Come Sunday they set out + the altar in the schoolhouse, with the fine-drawn altar cloths, the beaten + silver candlesticks, and the wax images, chief glory of Las Uvas, brought + up mule-back from Old Mexico forty years ago. All in white the + communicants go up two and two in a hushed, sweet awe to take the body of + their Lord, and Tomaso, who is priest's boy, tries not to look unduly + puffed up by his office. After that you have dinner and a bottle of wine + that ripened on the sunny slope of Escondito. All the week Father Shannon + has shriven his people, who bring clean conscience to the betterment of + appetite, and the Father sets them an example. Father Shannon is rather + big about the middle to accommodate the large laugh that lives in him, but + a most shrewd searcher of hearts. It is reported that one derives comfort + from his confessional, and I for my part believe it. + </p> + <p> + The celebration of the Sixteenth, though it comes every year, takes as + long to prepare for as Holy Communion. The senoritas have each a new dress + apiece, the senoras a new rebosa. The young gentlemen have new silver + trimmings to their sombreros, unspeakable ties, silk handkerchiefs, and + new leathers to their spurs. At this time when the peppers glow in the + gardens and the young quail cry "cuidado," "have a care!" you can hear the + plump, plump of the metate from the alcoves of the vines where comfortable + old dames, whose experience gives them the touch of art, are pounding out + corn for tamales. + </p> + <p> + School-teachers from abroad have tried before now at Las Uvas to have + school begin on the first of September, but got nothing else to stir in + the heads of the little Castros, Garcias, and Romeros but feasts and + cock-fights until after the Sixteenth. Perhaps you need to be told that + this is the anniversary of the Republic, when liberty awoke and cried in + the provinces of Old Mexico. You are aroused at midnight to hear them + shouting in the streets, "Vive la Libertad!" answered from the houses and + the recesses of the vines, "Vive la Mexico!" At sunrise shots are fired + commemorating the tragedy of unhappy Maximilian, and then music, the + noblest of national hymns, as the great flag of Old Mexico floats up the + flag-pole in the bare little plaza of shabby Las Uvas. The sun over Pine + Mountain greets the eagle of Montezuma before it touches the vineyards and + the town, and the day begins with a great shout. By and by there will be a + reading of the Declaration of Independence and an address punctured by + vives; all the town in its best dress, and some exhibits of horsemanship + that make lathered bits and bloody spurs; also a cock-fight. + </p> + <p> + By night there will be dancing, and such music! old Santos to play the + flute, a little lean man with a saintly countenance, young Garcia whose + guitar has a soul, and Carrasco with the violin. They sit on a high + platform above the dancers in the candle flare, backed by the red, white, + and green of Old Mexico, and play fervently such music as you will not + hear otherwhere. + </p> + <p> + At midnight the flag comes down. Count yourself at a loss if you are not + moved by that performance. Pine Mountain watches whitely overhead, + shepherd fires glow strongly on the glooming hills. The plaza, the bare + glistening pole, the dark folk, the bright dresses, are lit ruddily by a + bonfire. It leaps up to the eagle flag, dies down, the music begins softly + and aside. They play airs of old longing and exile; slowly out of the dark + the flag drops down, bellying and falling with the midnight draught. + Sometimes a hymn is sung, always there are tears. The flag is down; Tony + Sevadra has received it in his arms. The music strikes a barbaric swelling + tune, another flag begins a slow ascent,—it takes a breath or two to + realize that they are both, flag and tune, the Star Spangled Banner,—a + volley is fired, we are back, if you please, in California of America. + Every youth who has the blood of patriots in him lays ahold on Tony + Sevadra's flag, happiest if he can get a corner of it. The music goes + before, the folk fall in two and two, singing. They sing everything, + America, the Marseillaise, for the sake of the French shepherds hereabout, + the hymn of Cuba, and the Chilian national air to comfort two families of + that land. The flag goes to Dona Ina's, with the candlesticks and the + altar cloths, then Las Uvas eats tamales and dances the sun up the slope + of Pine Mountain. + </p> + <p> + You are not to suppose that they do not keep the Fourth, Washington's + Birthday, and Thanksgiving at the town of the grape vines. These make + excellent occasions for quitting work and dancing, but the Sixteenth is + the holiday of the heart. On Memorial Day the graves have garlands and new + pictures of the saints tacked to the headboards. There is great virtue in + an Ave said in the Camp of the Saints. I like that name which the Spanish + speaking people give to the garden of the dead, Campo Santo, as if it + might be some bed of healing from which blind souls and sinners rise up + whole and praising God. Sometimes the speech of simple folk hints at truth + the understanding does not reach. I am persuaded only a complex soul can + get any good of a plain religion. Your earthborn is a poet and a + symbolist. We breed in an environment of asphalt pavements a body of + people whose creeds are chiefly restrictions against other people's way of + life, and have kitchens and latrines under the same roof that houses their + God. Such as these go to church to be edified, but at Las Uvas they go for + pure worship and to entreat their God. The logical conclusion of the faith + that every good gift cometh from God is the open hand and the finer + courtesy. The meal done without buys a candle for the neighbor's dead + child. You do foolishly to suppose that the candle does no good. + </p> + <p> + At Las Uvas every house is a piece of earth—thick walled, + whitewashed adobe that keeps the even temperature of a cave; every man is + an accomplished horseman and consequently bowlegged; every family keeps + dogs, flea-bitten mongrels that loll on the earthen floors. They speak a + purer Castilian than obtains in like villages of Mexico, and the way they + count relationship everybody is more or less akin. There is not much + villainy among them. What incentive to thieving or killing can there be + when there is little wealth and that to be had for the borrowing! If they + love too hotly, as we say "take their meat before grace," so do their + betters. Eh, what! shall a man be a saint before he is dead? And besides, + Holy Church takes it out of you one way or another before all is done. + Come away, you who are obsessed with your own importance in the scheme of + things, and have got nothing you did not sweat for, come away by the brown + valleys and full-bosomed hills to the even-breathing days, to the + kindliness, earthiness, ease of El Pueblo de Las Uvas. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + + + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of The Land of Little Rain, by Mary Austin + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE LAND OF LITTLE RAIN *** + +***** This file should be named 365-h.htm or 365-h.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + http://www.gutenberg.org/3/6/365/ + +Produced by Judith Boss, and David Widger + +Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions +will be renamed. + +Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no +one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation +(and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United States without +permission and without paying copyright royalties. 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