Part 10 (1/2)
I have never in my life experienced a gloomier or more distressing camp on the trail. My bed was dry and warm, but I could not forget our tired horses grubbing about in the chilly night on that desolate marsh.
A CHILD OF THE SUN
Give me the sun and the sky, The wide sky. Let it blaze with light, Let it burn with heat--I care not.
The sun is the blood of my heart, The wind of the plain my breath.
No woodsman am I. My eyes are set For the wide low lines. The level rim Of the prairie land is mine.
The semi-gloom of the pointed firs, The sleeping darks of the mountain spruce, Are prison and poison to such as I.
In the forest I long for the rose of the plain, In the dark of the firs I die.
IN THE GRa.s.s
O to lie in long gra.s.ses!
O to dream of the plain!
Where the west wind sings as it pa.s.ses A weird and unceasing refrain; Where the rank gra.s.s wallows and tosses, And the plains' ring dazzles the eye; Where hardly a silver cloud bosses The flas.h.i.+ng steel arch of the sky.
To watch the gay gulls as they flutter Like snowflakes and fall down the sky, To swoop in the deeps of the hollows, Where the crow's-foot tosses awry; And gnats in the lee of the thickets Are swirling like waltzers in glee To the harsh, shrill creak of the crickets And the song of the lark and the bee.
O far-off plains of my west land!
O lands of winds and the free, Swift deer--my mist-clad plain!
From my bed in the heart of the forest, From the clasp and the girdle of pain Your light through my darkness pa.s.ses; To your meadows in dreaming I fly To plunge in the deeps of your gra.s.ses, To bask in the light of your sky!
CHAPTER XIII
THE SILENT FORESTS OF THE DREAD SKEENA
We were awake early and our first thought was of our horses. They were quite safe and cropping away on the dry stalks with patient diligence. We saddled up and pushed on, for food was to be had only in the valley, whose blue and white walls we could see far ahead of us. After nearly six hours' travel we came out of the forest, out into the valley of the middle fork of the Skeena, into sunlight and gra.s.s in abundance, where we camped till the following morning, giving the horses time to recuperate.
We were done with smiling valleys--that I now perceived. We were coming nearer to the sub-arctic country, grim and desolate. The view was magnificent, but the land seemed empty and silent except of mosquitoes, of which there were uncounted millions. On our right just across the river rose the white peaks of the Kisgagash Mountains.
Snow was still lying in the gullies only a few rods above us.
The horses fed right royally and soon forgot the dearth of the big divide. As we were saddling up to move the following morning, several outfits came trailing down into the valley, glad as we had been of the splendid field of gra.s.s. They were led by a grizzled old American, who cursed the country with fine fervor.
”I can stand any kind of a country,” said he, ”except one where there's no feed. And as near's I can find out we're in fer h.e.l.l's own time fer feed till we reach them prairies they tell about.”
After leaving this flat, we had the Kuldo (a swift and powerful river) to cross, but we found an old Indian and a girl camped on the opposite side waiting for us. The daughter, a comely child about sixteen years of age, wore a calico dress and ”store” shoes. She was a self-contained little creature, and clearly in command of the boat, and very efficient. It was no child's play to put the light canoe across such a stream, but the old man, with much shouting and under command of the girl, succeeded in crossing six times, carrying us and our baggage. As we were being put across for the last time it became necessary for some one to pull the canoe through the shallow water, and the little girl, without hesitation, leaped out regardless of new shoes, and tugged at the rope while the old man poled at the stern, and so we were landed.
As a recognition of her resolution I presented her with a dollar, which I tried to make her understand was her own, and not to be given to her father. Up to that moment she had been very shy and rather sullen, but my present seemed to change her opinion of us, and she became more genial at once. She was short and st.u.r.dy, and her little footsteps in the trail were strangely suggestive of civilization.
After leaving the river we rose sharply for about three miles. This brought us to the first notice on the trail which was signed by the road-gang, an ambiguous scrawl to the effect that feed was to be very scarce for a long, long way, and that we should feed our horses before going forward. The mystery of the sign lay in the fact that no feed was in sight, and if it referred back to the flat, then it was in the nature of an Irish bull.