a first family of tasajara-第9章

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everything；　suggested　everything；　and　was　responsible　for

everything。



It　was　very　dark；　for　the　wind；　having　lulled；　no　longer　thinned

the　veil　of　clouds　above；　nor　dissipated　a　steaming　mist　that

appeared　to　rise　from　the　sodden　plain。　　Yet　he　moved　easily

through　the　darkness；　seeming　to　be　upheld　by　it　as　something

tangible；　upon　which　he　might　lean。　　At　times　he　thought　he　heard

voices；not　a　particular　voice　he　was　thinking　of；　but　strange

voicesof　course　unreal　to　his　present　fancy。　　And　then　he　heard

one　of　these　voices；　unlike　any　voice　in　Sidon；　and　very　faint　and

far　off；　asking　if　it　〃was　anywhere　near　Sidon？〃evidently　some

one　lost　like　himself。　　He　answered　in　a　voice　that　seemed　quite　as

unreal　and　as　faint；　and　turned　in　the　direction　from　which　it

came。　　There　was　a　light　moving　like　a　will…o'…the…wisp　far　before

him；　yet　below　him　as　if　coming　out　of　the　depths　of　the　earth。　　It

must　be　fancy；　but　he　would　seeah！



He　had　fallen　violently　forward；　and　at　the　same　moment　felt　his

revolver　leap　from　his　breast　pocket　like　a　living　thing；　and　an

instant　after　explode　upon　the　rock　where　it　struck；　blindingly

illuminating　the　declivity　down　which　he　was　plunging。　　The

sulphurous　sting　of　burning　powder　was　in　his　eyes　and　nose；　yet　in

that　swift　revealing　flash　he　had　time　to　clutch　the　stems　of　a

trailing　vine　beside　him；　but　not　to　save　his　head　from　sharp

contact　with　the　same　rocky　ledge　that　had　caught　his　pistol。　　The

pain　and　shock　gave　way　to　a　sickening　sense　of　warmth　at　the　roots

of　his　hair。　　Giddy　and　faint；　his　fingers　relaxed；　he　felt　himself

sinking；　with　a　languor　that　was　half　acquiescence；　down；　down；

until；　with　another　shock；　a　wild　gasping　for　air；　and　a　swift

reaction；　he　awoke　in　the　cold；　rushing　water！



Clear　and　perfectly　conscious　now；　though　frantically　fighting　for

existence　with　the　current；　he　could　dimly　see　a　floating　black

object　shooting　by　the　shore；　at　times　striking　the　projections　of

the　bank；　until　in　its　recoil　it　swung　half　round　and　drifted

broadside　on　towards　him。　　He　was　near　enough　to　catch　the　frayed

ends　of　a　trailing　rope　that　fastened　the　structure；　which　seemed

to　be　a　few　logs；　together。　　With　a　convulsive　effort　he　at　last

gained　a　footing　upon　it；　and　then　fell　fainting　along　its　length。

It　was　the　raft　which　the　surveyors　from　the　embarcadero　had　just

abandoned。



He　did　not　know　this；　nor　would　he　have　thought　it　otherwise

strange　that　a　raft　might　be　a　part　of　the　drift　of　the　overflow；

even　had　he　been　entirely　conscious；　but　his　senses　were　failing；

though　he　was　still　able　to　keep　a　secure　position　on　the　raft；　and

to　vaguely　believe　that　it　would　carry　him　to　some　relief　and

succor。　　How　long　he　lay　unconscious　he　never　knew；　in　his　after…

recollections　of　that　night；　it　seemed　to　have　been　haunted　by

dreams　of　passing　dim　banks　and　strange　places；　of　a　face　and　voice

that　had　been　pleasant　to　him；　of　a　terror　coming　upon　him　as　he

appeared　to　be　nearing　a　place　like　that　home　that　he　had　abandoned

in　the　lonely　tules。　　He　was　roused　at　last　by　a　violent　headache；

as　if　his　soft　felt　hat　had　been　changed　into　a　tightening　crown　of

iron。　　Lifting　his　hand　to　his　head　to　tear　off　its　covering；　he

was　surprised　to　find　that　he　was　wearing　no　hat；　but　that　his

matted　hair；　stiffened　and　dried　with　blood　and　ooze；　was　clinging

like　a　cap　to　his　skull　in　the　hot　morning　sunlight。　　His　eyelids

and　lashes　were　glued　together　and　weighted　down　by　the　same

sanguinary　plaster。　　He　crawled　to　the　edge　of　his　frail　raft；　not

without　difficulty；　for　it　oscillated　and　rocked　strangely；　and

dipped　his　hand　in　the　current。　　When　he　had　cleared　his　eyes　he

lifted　them　with　a　shock　of　amazement。　　Creeks；　banks；　and　plain

had　disappeared；　he　was　alone　on　a　bend　of　the　tossing　bay　of　San

Francisco！



His　first　and　only　sensecleared　by　fasting　and　quickened　by

reactionwas　one　of　infinite　relief。　　He　was　not　only　free　from

the　vague　terrors　of　the　preceding　days　and　nights；　but　his　whole

past　seemed　to　be　lost　and　sunk　forever　in　this　illimitable

expanse。　　The　low　plain　of　Tasajara；　with　its　steadfast　monotony　of

light　and　shadow；　had　sunk　beneath　another　level；　but　one　that

glistened；　sparkled；　was　instinct　with　varying　life；　and　moved　and

even　danced　below　him。　　The　low　palisades　of　regularly　recurring

tules　that　had　fenced　in；　impeded；　but　never　relieved　the　blankness

of　his　horizon；　were　forever　swallowed　up　behind　him。　　All　trail　of

past　degradation；　all　record　of　pain　and　suffering；　all　footprints

of　his　wandering　and　misguided　feet　were　smoothly　wiped　out　in　that

obliterating　sea。　　He　was　physically　helpless；　and　he　felt　it；　he

was　in　danger；　and　he　knew　it；but　he　was　free！



Happily　there　was　but　little　wind　and　the　sea　was　slight。　　The　raft

was　still　intact　so　far　as　he　could　judge；　but　even　in　his

ignorance　he　knew　it　would　scarcely　stand　the　surges　of　the　lower

bay。　　Like　most　Californians　who　had　passed　the　straits　of

Carquinez　at　night　in　a　steamer；　he　did　not　recognize　the　locality；

nor　even　the　distant　peak　of　Tamalpais。　　There　were　a　few　dotting

sails　that　seemed　as　remote；　as　uncertain；　and　as　unfriendly　as　sea

birds。　　The　raft　was　motionless；　almost　as　motionless　as　he　was　in

his　cramped　limbs　and　sun…dried；　stiffened　clothes。　　Too　weak　to

keep　an　upright　position；　without　mast；　stick；　or　oar　to　lift　a

signal　above　that　vast　expanse；　it　seemed　impossible　for　him　to

attract　attention。　　Even　his　pistol　was　gone。



Suddenly；　in　an　attempt　to　raise　himself；　he　was　struck　by　a　flash

so　blinding　that　it　seemed　to　pierce　his　aching　eyes　and　brain　and

turned　him　sick。　　It　appeared　to　come　from　a　crevice　between　the

logs　at　the　further　end　of　the　raft。　　Creeping　painfully　towards　it

he　saw　that　it　was　a　triangular　slip　of　highly　polished　metal　that

he　had　hitherto　overlooked。　　He　did　not　know　that　it　was　a

〃flashing〃　mirror　used　in　topographical　observation；　which　had

slipped　from　the　surveyors'　instruments　when　they　abandoned　the

raft；　but　his　excited　faculties　instinctively　detected　its　value　to

him。　　He　lifted　it；　and；　facing　the　sun；　raised　it　at　different

angles　with　his　feeble　arms。　　But　the　effort　was　too　much　for　him；

the　raft　presently　seemed　to　be　whirling　with　his　movement；　and　he

again　fell。



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〃Ahoy　there！〃



The　voice　was　close　uponin　his　very　ears。　　He　opened　his　eyes。

The　sea　still　stretched　emptily　before　him；　the　dotting　sails　still

unchanged　and　distant。　　Yet　a　strange　shadow　lay　upon　the　raft。　　He

turned　his　head　with　difficulty。　　On　the　opposite　sideso　close

upon　him　as　to　be　almost　over　his　headthe　great　white　sails　of　a

schooner　hovered　above　him　like　the　wings　of　some　enormous　sea

bird。　　Then　a　heavy　boom　swung　across　the　raft；　so　low　that　it

would　have　swept　him　away　had　he　been　in　an　upright　position；　the

sides　of　the　vessel　grazed　the　raft　and　she　fell　slowly　off。　　A

terrible　fear　of　abandonment　took　possession　of　him；　he　tried　to

speak；　but　could　not。　　The　vessel　moved　further　away；　but　the　raft

followed！　　He　could　see　now　it　was　being　held　by　a　boat…hook；

could　see　the　odd；　eager　curiosity　on　two　faces　that　were　raised

above　the　taffrail；　and　with　that　sense　of　relief　his　eyes　again

closed　in　unconsciousness。



A　feeling　of　chilliness；　followed　by　a　grateful　sensation　of

drawing　closer　under　some　warm　covering；　a　stinging　taste　in　his

mouth　of　fiery　liquor　and　the　aromatic　steam　of　hot　coffee；　were

his　first　returning　sensations。　　His　head　and　neck　were　swathed　in

coarse　bandages；　and　his　skin　stiffened　and　smarting　with　soap。　　He

was　lying　in　a　rude　berth　under　a　half…deck　from　which　he　could　see

the　sky　and　the　bellying　sail；　and　presently　a　bearded　face　filled

with　rough　and　practical　concern　that　peered　down　upon　him。



〃Hulloo！　comin'　round；　eh？　　Hold　on！〃　　The　next　moment　the　stranger