the last of the plainsmen-第39章
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f song。 I had been reveling in a species of indulgence； imagining I was a great lover of nature； building poetical illusions over storm…beaten peaks。 The truth； told by one who had lived fifty years in the solitudes； among the rugged mountains； under the dark trees； and by the sides of the lonely streams； was the simple interpretation of a spirit in harmony with the bold； the beautiful； the serene； the silent。
He meant the Grand Canyon was only a mood of nature； a bold promise； a beautiful record。 He meant that mountains had sifted away in its dust； yet the canyon was young。 Man was nothing； so let him be humble。 This cataclysm of the earth； this playground of a river was not inscrutable； it was only inevitableas inevitable as nature herself。 Millions of years in the bygone ages it had lain serene under a half moon； it would bask silent under a rayless sun； in the onward edge of time。
It taught simplicity； serenity； peace。 The eye that saw only the strife； the war； the decay； the ruin； or only the glory and the tragedy； saw not all the truth。 It spoke simply； though its words were grand： 〃My spirit is the Spirit of Time； of Eternity； of God。 Man is little； vain； vaunting。 Listen。 To…morrow he shall be gone。 Peace！ Peace！〃
CHAPTER 14。 ALL HEROES BUT ONE
As we rode up the slope of Buckskin； the sunrise glinted red…gold through the aisles of frosted pines； giving us a hunter's glad greeting。
With all due respect to； and appreciation of； the breaks of the Siwash； we unanimously decided that if cougars inhabited any other section of canyon country； we preferred it； and were going to find it。 We had often speculated on the appearance of the rim wall directly across the neck of the canyon upon which we were located。 It showed a long stretch of breaks； fissures； caves； yellow crags； crumbled ruins and clefts green with pinyon pine。 As a crow flies； it was only a mile or two straight across from camp； but to reach it； we had to ascend the mountain and head the canyon which deeply indented the slope。
A thousand feet or more above the level bench； the character of the forest changed； the pines grew thicker； and interspersed among them were silver spruces and balsams。 Here in the clumps of small trees and underbrush； we began to jump deer； and in a few moments a greater number than I had ever seen in all my hunting experiences loped within range of my eye。 I could not look out into the forest where an aisle or lane or glade stretched to any distance； without seeing a big gray deer cross it。 Jones said the herds had recently come up from the breaks； where they had wintered。 These deer were twice the size of the Eastern species； and as fat as well…fed cattle。 They were almost as tame； too。 A big herd ran out of one glade； leaving behind several curious does； which watched us intently for a moment； then bounded off with the stiff； springy bounce that so amused me。
Sounder crossed fresh trails one after another； Jude； Tige and Ranger followed him； but hesitated often； barked and whined； Don started off once； to come sneaking back at Jones's stern call。 But surly old Moze either would not or could not obey； and away he dashed。 Bang！ Jones sent a charge of fine shot after him。 He yelped； doubled up as if stung； and returned as quickly as he had gone。
〃Hyar； you white and black coon dog；〃 said Jones； 〃get in behind； and stay there。〃
We turned to the right after a while and got among shallow ravines。 Gigantic pines grew on the ridges and in the hollows； and everywhere bluebells shone blue from the white frost。 Why the frost did not kill these beautiful flowers was a mystery to me。 The horses could not step without crushing them。
Before long； the ravines became so deep that we had to zigzag up and down their sides； and to force our horses through the aspen thickets in the hollows。 Once from a ridge I saw a troop of deer； and stopped to watch them。 Twenty…seven I counted outright； but there must have been three times that number。 I saw the herd break across a glade； and watched them until they were lost in the forest。 My companions having disappeared； I pushed on； and while working out of a wide； deep hollow； I noticed the sunny patches fade from the bright slopes； and the golden streaks vanish among the pines。 The sky had become overcast； and the forest was darkening。 The 〃Waa…hoo；〃 I cried out returned in echo only。 The wind blew hard in my face； and the pines began to bend and roar。 An immense black cloud enveloped Buckskin。
Satan had carried me no farther than the next ridge； when the forest frowned dark as twilight； and on the wind whirled flakes of snow。 Over the next hollow； a white pall roared through the trees toward me。 Hardly had I time to get the direction of the trail； and its relation to the trees nearby； when the storm enfolded me。 Of his own accord Satan stopped in the lee of a bushy spruce。 The roar in the pines equaled that of the cave under Niagara； and the bewildering； whirling mass of snow was as difficult to see through as the tumbling； seething waterfall。
I was confronted by the possibility of passing the night there； and calming my fears as best I could； hastily felt for my matches and knife。 The prospect of being lost the next day in a white forest was also appalling； but I soon reassured myself that the storm was only a snow squall； and would not last long。 Then I gave myself up to the pleasure and beauty of it。 I could only faintly discern the dim trees； the limbs of the spruce； which partially protected me； sagged down to my head with their burden； I had but to reach out my hand for a snowball。 Both the wind and snow seemed warm。 The great flakes were like swan feathers on a summer breeze。 There was something joyous in the whirl of snow and roar of wind。 While I bent over to shake my holster； the storm passed as suddenly as it had come。 When I looked up； there were the pines； like pillars of Parian marble； and a white shadow； a vanishing cloud fled； with receding roar； on the wings of the wind。 Fast on this retreat burst the warm； bright sun。
I faced my course； and was delighted to see； through an opening where the ravine cut out of the forest； the red…tipped peaks of the canyon； and the vaulted dome I had named St。 Marks。 As I started； a new and unexpected after…feature of the storm began to manifest itself。 The sun being warm； even to melt the snow； and under the trees a heavy rain fell； and in the glades and hollows a fine mist blew。 Exquisite rainbows hung from white…tipped branches and curved over the hollows。 Glistening patches of snow fell from the pines； and broke the showers。
In a quarter of an hour； I rode out of the forest to the rim wall on dry ground。 Against the green pinyons Frank's white horse stood out conspicuously； and near him browsed the mounts of Jim and Wallace。 The boys were not in evidence。 Concluding they had gone down over the rim； I dismounted and kicked off my chaps； and taking my rifle and camera； hurried to look the place over。
To my surprise and interest； I found a long section of rim wall in ruins。 It lay in a great curve between the two giant capes； and many short； sharp； projecting promontories； like the teeth of a saw； overhung the canyon。 The slopes between these points of cliff were covered with a deep growth of pinyon； and in these places descent would be easy。 Everywhere in the corrugated wall were rents and rifts； cliffs stood detached like islands near a shore； yellow crags rose out of green clefts； jumble of rocks； and slides of rim wall； broken into blocks； massed under the promontories。
The singular raggedness and wildness of the scene took hold of me； and was not dispelled until the baying of Sounder and Don roused action in me。 Apparently the hounds were widely separated。 Then I heard Jim's yell。 But it ceased when the wind lulled； and I heard it no more。 Running back from the point； I began to go down。 The way was steep； almost perpendicular； but because of the great stones and the absence of slides； was easy。 I took long strides and jumps； and slid over rocks； and swung on pinyon branches； and covered distance like a rolling stone。 At the foot of the rim wall； or at a line where it would have reached had it extended regularly； th
