a summer in a canyon-第16章
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POLLIOLIVER。
II。 FROM PHILIP TO ELSIE。
CAMP CHAPARRAL； July 8； 188…。
My dear Elsie；I believe I am to inform you concerning the daily
doings of our party； not on any account； however； permitting myself
to degenerate into 'gossip' or 'frivolous amusement。'
They evidently consider me a quiet； stupid fellow； who will fulfil
such a task with no special feeling of repression； and I dare say
they are quite right。
They call me the 'solid man' of the camp； which may not be very high
praise； to be sure； as Geoffrey carries his head in the clouds； and
Jack iswell； Jack is Jack！ So； as the light of a tallow dip is
valuable in the absence of sun and moon； I am raised to a fictitious
reputation。
We fellows have had very little play so far； for the furnishing of
the camp has proved an immense undertaking； although we have plenty
of the right sort of wood and excellent tools。
We think the work will pay； however； as Dr。 Paul has about decided to
stay until October； or until the first rain。 He writes two or three
hours a day； and thinks that he gets on with his book better here
than at home。 As for the rest of us； when we get fairly to rights we
shall have regular study hours and lose no time in preparing for the
examinations。
I suppose you know that you have a full bedroom set in process of
construction。 I say 'suppose you know；' because it is a profound
secret； and the girls could never have kept it to themselves as long
as this。
The lounging…chair is my allotted portion； and although it is a
complicated bit of work； I accepted it gladly； feeling sure that you
would use it oftener than any of the other pieces of furniture。 I
shall make it so deliciously easy that you will make me 'Knight of
the Chair；' and perhaps permit me to play a sort of devoted John
Brown to your Victoria。 You will need one dull and prosy squire to
arrange your pillows； so that you can laugh at Jack's jokes without
weariness； and doze quietly while Geoff and Uncle Doc are talking
medicine。
Of course the most exciting event of the week was the mysterious
disappearance and subsequent restoration of the Heir…Apparent； but I
feel sure somebody else will describe the event； because it is
uppermost in all our minds。
Bell； for instance； would dress it up in fine style。 She is no
historian； but in poetry and fiction none of us can touch her；
though； by the way； Polly's abilities in that direction are a good
deal underrated。 It's as good as a play to get her after Jack when
he is in one of his teasing moods。 They are like flint and steel；
and if Aunt Truth didn't separate them the sparks would fly。 With a
girl like Polly； you have either to lie awake nights； thinking how
you'll get the better of her； or else put on a demeanour of
gentleness and patience； which serves as a sort of lightning…rod
round which the fire of her fun will play all day and never strike。
Polly is a good deal of a girl。 She seems at first to have a pretty
sharp tongue； but I tell you she has a heart in which there is
swimming…room for everybody。 This may not be 'information' to you；
whom we look upon as our clairvoyant； but it would be news to most
people。
Uncle Doc； Bell； Geoff； Polly； Meg； and I started for the top of Pico
Negro the other morning。 Bell rode Villikins； and Polly took a mule；
because she thought the animal would be especially sure…footed。 He
was； in fact； he was so sure…footed that he didn't care to move at
all； and we had to take turns in beating him up to the top。 We boys
walked for exercise； which we got to our hearts' content。
It is only five or six miles from the old Mountain Mill （a picture of
which Jack will send you）； and the ascent is pretty stiff climbing；
though nothing terrific。 We lost the trail once； and floundered
about in the chaparral for half an hour； till Bell began to make a
poem on the occasion； when we became desperate； and dashed through a
thicket of brush； tearing ourselves to bits； but stumbling on the
trail at last。 The view from the top is simply superb。 The valleys
below are all yellow with grain…fields and green with vineyards； with
here and there the roofs of a straggling little settlement。 The
depression in the side of the mountain （you will observe it in the
picture） Polly says has evidently been 'bitten out' by a prehistoric
animal； and it turns out to be the loveliest little canyon
imaginable。
We have had one novel experiencethat of seeing a tarantula fight；
and not between two； but five； tarantulas。 We were about twenty
miles from camp； loping along a stretch of hot； dusty road。 Jack got
off to cinch his saddle； and so we all stopped a moment to let our
horses breathe。 As I was looking about； at nothing in particular； I
noticed a black ball in the deep dust at the side of the road。 It
suddenly rolled over on itself and I called to the boys to watch the
fun。 We got off； hitched our horses； and approached cautiously； for
I had seen a battle of the same kind before。 There they werefive
huge； hairy； dirty； black creatures； as large as the palm of Dicky's
hand； all locked in deadly combat。 They writhed and struggled and
embraced； their long； curling legs fastening on each other with a
sound that was actually like the cracking of bones。 It takes a
little courage to stand and watch such a proceeding； for you feel as
if the hideous fellows might turn and jump for you； but they were
doubtless absorbed in their own battle； and we wanted to see the
affair to the end； so we took the risk； if there was any。 At last
they showed signs of weariness； but we prodded them up with our
riding…whips； preferring that they should kill each other； rather
than do the thing ourselves。 Finally； four of them lay in the dust；
doubled up and harmless； slain； I suppose； by their own poison。 One；
the conquering hero； remained； and we dexterously scooped him into a
tomato…can that Jack had tied to his saddle for a drinking…cup；
covered him up with a handkerchief； and drew lots as to who should
carry him home to Dr。 Paul。
Knowing that the little beasts were gregarious； we hunted about for a
nest； which we might send to you after ousting its disagreeable
occupant。 After much searching； we found a group of themquite a
tarantula village； in fact。 Their wonderful little houses are closed
on the outside by a circular； many…webbed mesh； two or three inches
across； and this web betrays the spider's den to the person who knows
the tricks of the trade。 Directly underneath it you come upon the
tiny circular trap…door； which you will notice in the nest we send
with these letters。 You will see how wonderfully it is made； with
its silken weaving inside； and its bits of bark and leaves outside；
and I know you will admire the hinge； which the tarantula must have
invented； and which is as pretty a bit of workmanship as the most
accomplished mechanic could turn out。 We tore away the web and the
door from one of the nests； and then poured water down the hole。 The
spider was at home； came out as fact as his clumsy legs would carry
him； and clutched the end of the stick Jack held out to him。 Then we
tumbled him into the tomato…can just as he appeared to be making for
us。 The two didn't agree at all。 One of them despatched the other
on the way homethe same hero who had killed the other four； but； on
hearing his bloody record； Aunt Truth refused to have him about the
camp； so we gave him an alcohol bath； and you shall see his lordship
when you come。 As Dr。 Paul says； they have been known to clear
fourteen feet at a jump； perhaps you will feel happier to know that
he is in alcohol； though their bite is not necessarily fatal if it is
rightly cared for。
The girls have been patronising the landscape by naming every peak；
valley； grove； and stream in the vicinity； and as there is nobody to
object； the names may hold。
We carry about with us a collection of strong； flat stakes； which
have various names painted on them in neat black letters。 Jack likes
that kind of work； and spends most of his time at it； for now that
Dr。 Paul has bought a hundred acres up here； we are all greatly
interested i
