a first family of tasajara-第42章
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was very late; but the blue light seemed to be still burning
unalterably and inflexibly。
But even as he gazed; a change came over it。 A shadow seemed to
pass before the blind; the blue shade was lifted; for an instant he
could see the colorless star…like point of the light itself show
clearly。 It was over now; she was putting out the lamp。 Suddenly
he held his breath! A roseate glow gradually suffused the window
like a burning blush; the curtain was drawn aside; and the red
lamp…shade gleamed out surely and steadily into the darkness。
Transfigured and breathless in the moonlight; John Milton gazed on
it。 It seemed to him the dawn of Love!
CHAPTER XIII。
The winter rains had come。 But so plenteously and persistently;
and with such fateful preparation of circumstance; that the long
looked for blessing presently became a wonder; an anxiety; and at
last a slowly widening terror。 Before a month had passed every
mountain; stream; and watercourse; surcharged with the melted snows
of the Sierras; had become a great tributary; every tributary a
great river; until; pouring their great volume into the engorged
channels of the American and Sacramento rivers; they overleaped
their banks and became as one vast inland sea。 Even to a country
already familiar with broad and striking catastrophe; the flood was
a phenomenal one。 For days the sullen overflow lay in the valley
of the Sacramento; enormous; silent; currentlessexcept where the
surplus waters rolled through Carquinez Straits; San Francisco Bay;
and the Golden Gate; and reappeared as the vanished Sacramento
River; in an outflowing stream of fresh and turbid water fifty
miles at sea。
Across the vast inland expanse; brooded over by a leaden sky; leaden
rain fell; dimpling like shot the sluggish pools of the flood; a
cloudy chaos of fallen trees; drifting barns and outhouses; wagons
and agricultural implements moved over the surface of the waters; or
circled slowly around the outskirts of forests that stood ankle deep
in ooze and the current; which in serried phalanx they resisted
still。 As night fell these forms became still more vague and
chaotic; and were interspersed with the scattered lanterns and
flaming torches of relief…boats; or occasionally the high terraced
gleaming windows of the great steamboats; feeling their way along
the lost channel。 At times the opening of a furnace…door shot broad
bars of light across the sluggish stream and into the branches of
dripping and drift…encumbered trees; at times the looming
smoke…stacks sent out a pent…up breath of sparks that illuminated
the inky chaos for a moment; and then fell as black and dripping
rain。 Or perhaps a hoarse shout from some faintly outlined hulk on
either side brought a quick response from the relief…boats; and the
detaching of a canoe with a blazing pine…knot in its bow into the
outer darkness。
It was late in the afternoon when Lawrence Grant; from the deck of
one of the larger tugs; sighted what had been once the estuary of
Sidon Creek。 The leader of a party of scientific observation and
relief; he had kept a tireless watch of eighteen hours; keenly
noticing the work of devastation; the changes in the channel; the
prospects of abatement; and the danger that still threatened。 He
had passed down the length of the submerged Sacramento valley;
through the Straits of Carquinez; and was now steaming along the
shores of the upper reaches of San Francisco Bay。 Everywhere the
same scene of desolation;vast stretches of tule land; once broken
up by cultivation and dotted with dwellings; now clearly erased on
that watery chart; long lines of symmetrical perspective; breaking
the monotonous level; showing orchards buried in the flood; Indian
mounds and natural eminences covered with cattle or hastily erected
camps; half submerged houses; whose solitary chimneys; however;
still gave signs of an undaunted life within; isolated groups of
trees; with their lower branches heavy with the unwholesome fruit
of the flood; in wisps of hay and straw; rakes and pitchforks; or
pathetically sheltering some shivering and forgotten household pet。
But everywhere the same dull; expressionless; placid tranquillity
of destruction;a horrible leveling of all things in one bland
smiling equality of surface; beneath which agony; despair; and ruin
were deeply buried and forgotten; a catastrophe without convulsion;
a devastation voiceless; passionless; and supine。
The boat had slowed up before what seemed to be a collection of
disarranged houses with the current flowing between lines that
indicated the existence of thoroughfares and streets。 Many of the
lighter wooden buildings were huddled together on the street
corners with their gables to the flow; some appeared as if they had
fallen on their knees; and others lay complacently on their sides;
like the houses of a child's toy village。 An elevator still lifted
itself above the other warehouses; from the centre of an enormous
square pond; once the plaza; still arose a 〃Liberty pole;〃 or
flagstaff; which now supported a swinging lantern; and in the
distance appeared the glittering dome of some public building。
Grant recognized the scene at once。 It was all that was left of
the invincible youth of Tasajara!
As this was an objective point of the scheme of survey and relief
for the district; the boat was made fast to the second story of one
of the warehouses。 It was now used as a general store and depot;
and bore a singular resemblance in its interior to Harcourt's
grocery at Sidon。 This suggestion was the more fatefully indicated
by the fact that half a dozen men were seated around a stove in the
centre; more or less given up to a kind of philosophical and lazy
enjoyment of their enforced idleness。 And when to this was added
the more surprising coincidence that the party consisted of
Billings; Peters; and Wingate;former residents of Sidon and first
citizens of Tasajara;the resemblance was complete。
They were ruined;but they accepted their common fate with a
certain Indian stoicism and Western sense of humor that for the
time lifted them above the vulgar complacency of their former
fortunes。 There was a deep…seated; if coarse and irreverent
resignation in their philosophy。 At the beginning of the calamity
it had been roughly formulated by Billings in the statement that
〃it wasn't anybody's fault; there was nobody to kill; and what
couldn't be reached by a Vigilance Committee there was no use
resolootin' over。〃 When the Reverend Doctor Pilsbury had suggested
an appeal to a Higher Power; Peters had replied; good humoredly;
that 〃a Creator who could fool around with them in that style was
above being interfered with by prayer。〃 At first the calamity had
been a thing to fight against; then it became a practical joke; the
sting of which was lost in the victims' power of endurance and
assumed ignorance of its purport。 There was something almost
pathetic in their attempts to understand its peculiar humor。
〃How about that Europ…e…an trip o' yours; Peters?〃 said Billings;
meditatively; from the depths of his chair。 〃Looks as if those
Crowned Heads over there would have to wait till the water goes
down considerable afore you kin trot out your wife and darters
before 'em!〃
〃Yes;〃 said Peters; 〃it rather pints that way; and ez far ez I kin
see; Mame Billings ain't goin' to no Saratoga; neither; this year。〃
〃Reckon the boys won't hang about old Harcourt's Free Library to
see the girls home from lectures and singing…class much this year;〃
said Wingate。 〃Wonder if Harcourt ever thought o' this the day he
opened it; and made that rattlin' speech o' his about the new
property? Clark says everything built on that made ground has got
to go after the water falls。 Rough on Harcourt after all his other
losses; eh? He oughter have closed up with that scientific chap;
Grant; and married hi