the last of the plainsmen-第20章
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I began to grow weak； and did not wonder to see Jim's long pipe fall from his lips。 Frank looked queer around the gills； so to speak； but the gaunt Stewart never batted an eye。
〃I camped here two years ago；〃 he said； 〃An' the cave was alive with rock…rats； mice； snakes； horned…toads； lizards an' a big Gila monster； besides bugs； scorpions' rattlers； an' as fer tarantulers an' centipedessay！ I couldn't sleep fer the noise they made fightin'。〃
〃I seen the same；〃 concluded Lawson； as nonchalant as a wild…horse wrangler well could be。 〃An' as fer me； now I allus lays perfickly still when the centipedes an' tarantulers begin to drop from their holes in the roof； same as them holes up there。 An' when they light on me； I never move； nor even breathe fer about five minutes。 Then they take a notion I'm dead an' crawl off。 But sure； if I'd breathed I'd been a goner！〃
All of this was playfully intended for the extinction of an unoffending and impressionable tenderfoot。
With an admiring glance at my tormentors； I rolled out my sleeping…bag and crawled into it； vowing I would remain there even if devil…fish； armed with pikes； invaded our cave。
Late in the night I awoke。 The bottom of the canyon and the outer floor of our cave lay bathed in white； clear moonlight。 A dense； gloomy black shadow veiled the opposite canyon wall。 High up the pinnacles and turrets pointed toward a resplendent moon。 It was a weird； wonderful scene of beauty entrancing； of breathless； dreaming silence that seemed not of life。 Then a hoot…owl lamented dismally； his call fitting the scene and the dead stillness； the echoes resounded from cliff to cliff； strangely mocking and hollow； at last reverberating low and mournful in the distance。
How long I lay there enraptured with the beauty of light and mystery of shade； thrilling at the lonesome lament of the owl； I have no means to tell； but I was awakened from my trance by the touch of something crawling over me。 Promptly I raised my head。 The cave was as light as day。 There； sitting sociably on my sleeping…bag was a great black tarantula； as large as my hand。
For one still moment； notwithstanding my contempt for Lawson's advice； I certainly acted upon it to the letter。 If ever I was quiet； and if ever I was cold； the time was then。 My companions snored in blissful ignorance of my plight。 Slight rustling sounds attracted my wary gaze from the old black sentinel on my knee。 I saw other black spiders running to and fro on the silver； sandy floor。 A giant； as large as a soft…shell crab； seemed to be meditating an assault upon Jones's ear。 Another； grizzled and shiny with age or moonbeams I could not tell whichpushed long； tentative feelers into Wallace's cap。 I saw black spots darting over the roof。 It was not a dream； the cave was alive with tarantulas！
Not improbably my strong impression that the spider on my knee deliberately winked at me was the result of memory； enlivening imagination。 But it sufficed to bring to mind； in one rapid； consoling flash； the irrevocable law of destinythat the deeds of the wicked return unto them again。
I slipped back into my sleeping…bag； with a keen consciousness of its nature； and carefully pulled the flap in place； which almost hermetically sealed me up
〃Hey！ Jones！ Wallace！ Frank！ Jim！〃 I yelled； from the depths of my safe refuge。
Wondering cries gave me glad assurance that they had awakened from their dreams。
〃The cave's alive with tarantulas！〃 I cried； trying to hide my unholy glee。
〃I'll be durned if it ain't！〃 ejaculated Frank。
〃Shore it beats hell！〃 added Jim； with a shake of his blanket。
〃Look out； Jones； there's one on your pillow！〃 shouted Wallace。
Whack！ A sharp blow proclaimed the opening of hostilities。
Memory stamped indelibly every word of that incident； but innate delicatly prevents the repetition of all save the old warrior's concluding remarks： 〃！ ！ ！ place I was ever in！ Tarantulas by the millioncentipedes； scorpions； bats！ Rattlesnakes； too； I'll swear。 Look out； Wallace！ there； under your blanket！〃
From the shuffling sounds which wafted sweetly into my bed； I gathered that my long friend from California must have gone through motions creditable to a contortionist。 An ensuing explosion from Jones proclaimed to the listening world that Wallace had thrown a tarantula upon him。 Further fearful language suggested the thought that Colonel Jones had passed on the inquisitive spider to Frank。 The reception accorded the unfortunate tarantula； no doubt scared out of its wits； began with a wild yell from Frank and ended in pandemonium。
While the confusion kept up； with whacks and blows and threshing about； with language such as never before had disgraced a group of old campers； I choked with rapture； and reveled in the sweetness of revenge。
When quiet reigned once more in the black and white canyon； only one sleeper lay on the moon…silvered sand of the cave。
At dawn； when I opened sleepy eyes； Frank； Slim； Stewart and Lawson had departed； as pre…arranged； with the outfit； leaving the horses belonging to us and rations for the day。 Wallace and I wanted to climb the divide at the break； and go home by way of Snake Gulch； and the Colonel acquiesced with the remark that his sixty…three years had taught him there was much to see in the world。 Coming to undertake it； we found the climbexcept for a slide of weathered rockno great task； and we accomplished it in half an hour； with breath to spare and no mishap to horses。
But descending into Snake Gulch； which was only a mile across the sparsely cedared ridge； proved to be tedious labor。 By virtue of Satan's patience and skill； I forged ahead； which advantage； however； meant more risk for me because of the stones set in motion above。 They rolled and bumped and cut into me； and I sustained many a bruise trying to protect the sinewy slender legs of my horse。 The descent ended without serious mishap。
Snake Gulch had a character and sublimity which cast Nail Canyon into the obscurity of forgetfulness。 The great contrast lay in the diversity of structure。 The rock was bright red； with parapet of yellow； that leaned； heaved； bulged outward。 These emblazoned cliff walls； two thousand feet high； were cracked from turret to base； they bowled out at such an angle that we were afraid to ride under them。 Mountains of yellow rock hung balanced； ready to tumble down at the first angry breath of the gods。 We rode among carved stones； pillars； obelisks and sculptured ruined walls of a fallen Babylon。 Slides reaching all the way across and far up the canyon wall obstructed our passage。 On every stone silent green lizards sunned themselves； gliding swiftly as we came near to their marble homes。
We came into a region of wind…worn caves； of all sizes and shapes； high and low on the cliffs； but strange to say； only on the north side of the canyon they appeared with dark mouths open and uninviting。 One； vast and deep； though far off； menaced us as might the cave of a tawny…maned king of beasts； yet it impelled； fascinated and drew us on。
〃It's a long； hard climb；〃 said Wallace to the Colonel； as we dismounted。
〃Boys； I'm with you；〃 came the reply。 And he was with us all the way； as we clambered over the immense blocks and threaded a passage between them and pulled weary legs up； one after the other。 So steep lay the jumble of cliff fragments that we lost sight of the cave long before we got near it。 Suddenly we rounded a stone； to halt and gasp at the thing looming before us。
The dark portal of death or hell might have yawned there。 A gloomy hole； large enough to admit a church； had been hollowed in the cliff by ages of nature's chiseling。
〃Vast sepulcher of Time's past； give up thy dead！〃 cried Wallace； solemnly。
〃Oh！ dark Stygian cave forlorn！〃 quoted I； as feelingly as my friend。
Jones hauled us down from the clouds。
〃Now； I wonder what kind of a prehistoric animal holed in here？〃 said he。
Forever the one absorbing interest！ If he realized the sublimity of this place； he did not show it。
The floor of the cave ascended from the very threshold。 Stony ridges circled from wall to wall。 We climbed till we were two hundred feet from the opening； yet we were not half…way
