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on the frontier-第23部分
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claim to see if we've forgotten nothing。 Of course; we'll be back
again;〃 he added hastily; without looking at the Old Man; 〃before
we go; you know。〃
The others began to look for their hats; but so awkwardly and with
such evident preoccupation of mind that it was not at first
discovered that the Judge had his already on。 This raised a laugh;
as did also a clumsy stumble of Union Mills against the pork
barrel; although that gentleman took refuge from his confusion and
secured a decent retreat by a gross exaggeration of his lameness;
as he limped after the Right Bower。 The Judge whistled feebly。
The Left Bower; in a more ambitious effort to impart a certain
gayety to his exit; stopped on the threshold and said; as if in
arch confidence to his companions; 〃Darned if the Old Man don't
look two inches higher since he became a proprietor;〃 laughed
patronizingly; and vanished。
If the newly…made proprietor had increased in stature; he had not
otherwise changed his demeanor。 He remained in the same attitude
until the last figure disappeared behind the fringe of buckeye that
hid the distant highway。 Then he walked slowly to the fire…place;
and; leaning against the chimney; kicked the dying embers together
with his foot。 Something dropped and spattered in the film of hot
ashes。 Surely the rain had not yet ceased!
His high color had already fled except for a spot on either cheek…
bone that lent a brightness to his eyes。 He glanced around the
cabin。 It looked familiar and yet strange。 Rather; it looked
strange BECAUSE still familiar; and therefore incongruous with the
new atmosphere that surrounded itdiscordant with the echo of
their last meeting; and painfully accenting the change。 There were
the four 〃bunks;〃 or sleeping berths; of his companions; each still
bearing some traces of the individuality of its late occupant with
a dumb loyalty that seemed to make their light…hearted defection
monstrous。 In the dead ashes of the Judge's pipe; scattered on his
shelf; still lived his old fire; in the whittled and carved edges
of the Left Bower's bunk still were the memories of bygone days of
delicious indolence; in the bullet…holes clustered round a knot of
one of the beams there was still the record of the Right Bower's
old…time skill and practice; in the few engravings of female
loveliness stuck upon each headboard there were the proofs of their
old extravagant devotionall a mute protest to the change。
He remembered how; a fatherless; truant schoolboy; he had drifted
into their adventurous; nomadic life; itself a life of grown…up
truancy like his own; and became one of that gypsy family。 How
they had taken the place of relations and household in his boyish
fancy; filling it with the unsubstantial pageantry of a child's
play at grown…up existence; he knew only too well。 But how; from
being a pet and protege; he had gradually and unconsciously
asserted his own individuality and taken upon his younger shoulders
not only a poet's keen appreciation of that life; but its actual
responsibilities and half…childish burdens; he never suspected。 He
had fondly believed that he was a neophyte in their ways; a novice
in their charming faith and indolent creed; and they had encouraged
it; now their renunciation of that faith could only be an excuse
for a renunciation of HIM。 The poetry that had for two years
invested the material and sometimes even mean details of their
existence was too much a part of himself to be lightly dispelled。
The lesson of those ingenuous moralists failed; as such lessons are
apt to fail; their discipline provoked but did not subdue; a rising
indignation; stirred by a sense of injury; mounted to his cheek and
eyes。 It was slow to come; but was none the less violent that it
had been preceded by the benumbing shock of shame and pride。
I hope I shall not prejudice the reader's sympathies if my duty as
a simple chronicler compels me to state; therefore; that the sober
second thought of this gentle poet was to burn down the cabin on
the spot with all its contents。 This yielded to a milder counsel
waiting for the return of the party; challenging the Right Bower; a
duel to the death; perhaps himself the victim; with a crushing
explanation in extremis; 〃It seems we are ONE too many。 No matter;
it is settled now。 Farewell!〃 Dimly remembering; however; that
there was something of this in the last well…worn novel they had
read together; and that his antagonist might recognize it; or even
worse; anticipate it himself; the idea was quickly rejected。
Besides; the opportunity for an apotheosis of self…sacrifice was
past。 Nothing remained now but to refuse the proffered bribe of
claim and cabin by letter; for he must not wait their return。 He
tore a leaf from a blotted diary; begun and abandoned long since;
and essayed to write。 Scrawl after scrawl was torn up; until his
fury had cooled down to a frigid third personality。 〃Mr。 John Ford
regrets to inform his late partners that their tender of house; of
furniture;〃 however; seemed too inconsistent with the pork…barrel
table he was writing on; a more eloquent renunciation of their
offer became frivolous and idiotic from a caricature of Union
Mills; label and all; that appeared suddenly on the other side of
the leaf; and when he at last indited a satisfactory and
impassioned exposition of his feelings; the legible addendum of
〃Oh; ain't you glad you're out of the wilderness!〃the forgotten
first line of a popular song; which no scratching would erase
seemed too like an ironical postscript to be thought of for a
moment。 He threw aside his pen and cast the discordant record of
past foolish pastime into the dead ashes of the hearth。
How quiet it was。 With the cessation of the rain the wind too had
gone down; and scarcely a breath of air came through the open door。
He walked to the threshold and gazed on the hushed prospect。 In
this listless attitude he was faintly conscious of a distant
reverberation; a mere phantom of soundperhaps the explosion of a
distant blast in the hillsthat left the silence more marked and
oppressive。 As he turned again into the cabin a change seemed to
have come over it。 It already looked old and decayed。 The
loneliness of years of desertion seemed to have taken possession of
it; the atmosphere of dry rot was in the beams and rafters。 To his
excited fancy the few disordered blankets and articles of clothing
seemed dropping to pieces; in one of the bunks there was a hideous
resemblance in the longitudinal heap of clothing to a withered and
mummied corpse。 So it might look in after years when some passing
strangerbut he stopped。 A dread of the place was beginning to
creep over him; a dread of the days to come; when the monotonous
sunshine should lay bare the loneliness of these walls; the long;
long days of endless blue and cloudless; overhanging solitude;
summer days when the wearying; incessant trade winds should sing
around that empty shell and voice its desolation。 He gathered
together hastily a few articles that were especially his own
rather that the free communion of the camp; from indifference or
accident; had left wholly to him。 He hesitated for a moment over
his rifle; but; scrupulous in his wounded pride; turned away and
left the familiar weapon that in the dark days had so often
provided the dinner or breakfast of the little household。 Candor
compels me to state that his equipment was not large nor eminently
practical。 His scant pack was a light weight for even his young
shoulders; but I fear he thought more of getting away from the Past
than providing for the Future。
With this vague but sole purpose he left the cabin; and almost
mechanically turned his steps towards the creek he had crossed that
morning。 He knew that by this route he would avoid meeting his
companions; its difficulties and circuitousness would exercise his
feverish limbs and give him time for reflection。 He had determined
to leave the claim; but whence he had not yet considered。 He
reached the bank of the creek where he had stood two hours before;
it seemed to him two years。 He looked curiously at his reflection
in one of the broad pools of overflow; and fancied he looked older。
He watched the rush and outset of the turbid current hurrying to
meet the South Fork; and to eventually lose itself in the yellow
Sacramento。 Even in his preoccupation he was impressed with a
likeness to himself and his companions in this flood that had burst
its peaceful boundaries。 In the drifting fragments of one of their
forgotten flumes washed from the bank; he fancied he saw an omen of
the disintegration and decay of the Lone Star claim。
The strange hush in the air that he had noticed beforea calm so
inconsistent with that hour and the season as to seem portentous
became more marked in contrast to the feverish rush of the
turbulent water…course。 A few clouds lazily huddled in the west
apparently had gone to rest with the sun on beds of somnolent
poppies。 There was a gleam as of golden water everywhere along the
horizon; washing out the cold snowpeaks; and drowning even the
rising moon。 The creek caught it here and there; until; in grim
irony; it seemed to bear their broken sluice…boxes and useless
engines on the very Pactolian stream they had been hopefully
created to direct and carry。 But by some peculiar trick of the
atmosphere; the perfect plenitude of that golden sunset glory was
lavished on the rugged sides and tangled crest of the Lone Star
mountain。 That isolated peak; the landmark of their claim; the
gaunt monument of their folly; transfigured in the evening
splendor; kept its radiance unquenched long after the glow had
fallen from the encompassing skies; and when at last the rising
moon; step by step; put out the fires along the winding valley and
plains; and crept up the bosky sides of the canyon;
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