Part 13 (1/2)
It must be a columnar tree straight and true as the supports of a Greek facade. The least deviation from the perpendicular of such a ma.s.s would cause it to fall. The limbs are st.u.r.dy like the arms of Hercules, and grow out from the main trunk direct instead of dividing and leading that main trunk to themselves, as is the case with other trees. The column rises with a true taper to its full height; then is finished with the conical effect of the top of a monument. Strangely enough the frond is exceedingly fine, and the cones small.
When first you catch sight of a Sequoia, it does not impress you particularly except as a very fine tree. Its proportions are so perfect that its effect is rather to belittle its neighbors than to show in its true magnitude. Then, gradually, as your experience takes cognizance of surroundings,--the size of a sugar-pine, of a boulder, of a stream flowing near,--the giant swells and swells before your very vision until he seems at the last even greater than the mere statistics of his inches had led you to believe. And after that first surprise over finding the Sequoia something not monstrous but beautiful in proportion has given place to the full realization of what you are beholding, you will always wonder why no one who has seen has ever given any one who has not seen an adequate idea of these magnificent old trees.
Perhaps the most insistent note, besides that of mere size and dignity, is of absolute stillness. These trees do not sway to the wind, their trunks are constructed to stand solid. Their branches do not bend and murmur, for they too are rigid in fiber. Their fine thread-like needles may catch the breeze's whisper, may draw together and apart for the exchange of confidences as do the leaves of other trees, but if so, you and I are too far below to distinguish it. All about, the other forest growths may be rustling and bowing and singing with the voices of the air; the Sequoia stands in the hush of an absolute calm. It is as though he dreamed, too wrapt in still great thoughts of his youth, when the earth itself was young, to share the worldlier joys of his neighbor, to be aware of them, even himself to breathe deeply. You feel in the presence of these trees as you would feel in the presence of a kindly and benignant sage, too occupied with larger things to enter fully into your little affairs, but well disposed in the wisdom of clear spiritual insight.
This combination of dignity, immobility, and a certain serene detachment has on me very much the same effect as does a mountain against the sky. It is quite unlike the impression made by any other tree, however large, and is lovable.
We entered the Giant Forest by a trail that climbed. Always we entered desirable places by trails that climbed or dropped. Our access to paradise was never easy. About halfway up we met five pack-mules and two men coming down. For some reason, unknown, I suspect, even to the G.o.d of chance, our animals behaved themselves and walked straight ahead in a beautiful dignity, while those weak-minded mules scattered and bucked and sc.r.a.ped under trees and dragged back on their halters when caught. The two men cast on us malevolent glances as often as they were able, but spent most of their time swearing and running about. We helped them once or twice by heading off, but were too thankfully engaged in treading lightly over our own phenomenal peace to pay much attention. Long after we had gone on, we caught bursts of rumpus ascending from below. Shortly we came to a comparatively level country, and a little meadow, and a rough sign which read
”Feed 20C a night.”
Just beyond this extortion was the Giant Forest.
We entered it toward the close of the afternoon, and rode on after our wonted time looking for feed at less than twenty cents a night. The great trunks, fluted like marble columns, blackened against the western sky. As they grew huger, we seemed to shrink, until we moved fearful as prehistoric man must have moved among the forces over which he had no control. We discovered our feed in a narrow ”stringer” a few miles on. That night, we, pigmies, slept in the setting before which should have stridden the colossi of another age. Perhaps eventually, in spite of its magnificence and wonder, we were a little glad to leave the Giant Forest. It held us too rigidly to a spiritual standard of which our normal lives were incapable; it insisted on a loftiness of soul, a dignity, an aloofness from the ordinary affairs of life, the ordinary occupations of thought hardly compatible with the powers of any creature less n.o.ble, less aged, less wise in the pa.s.sing of centuries than itself.
XIX
ON COWBOYS
Your cowboy is a species variously subdivided. If you happen to be traveled as to the wild countries, you will be able to recognize whence your chance acquaintance hails by the kind of saddle he rides, and the rigging of it; by the kind of rope he throws, and the method of the throwing; by the shape of hat he wears; by his twist of speech; even by the very manner of his riding. Your California ”vaquero” from the Coast Ranges is as unlike as possible to your Texas cowman, and both differ from the Wyoming or South Dakota article. I should be puzzled to define exactly the habitat of the ”typical” cowboy. No matter where you go, you will find your individual acquaintance varying from the type in respect to some of the minor details.
Certain characteristics run through the whole tribe, however. Of these some are so well known or have been so adequately done elsewhere that it hardly seems wise to elaborate on them here. Let us a.s.sume that you and I know what sort of human beings cowboys are,--with all their taciturnity, their surface gravity, their keen sense of humor, their courage, their kindness, their freedom, their lawlessness, their foulness of mouth, and their supreme skill in the handling of horses and cattle. I shall try to tell you nothing of all that.
If one thinks down doggedly to the last a.n.a.lysis, he will find that the basic reason for the differences between a cowboy and other men rests finally on an individual liberty, a freedom from restraint either of society or convention, a lawlessness, an accepting of his own standard alone. He is absolutely self-poised and sufficient; and that self-poise and that sufficiency he takes pains to a.s.sure first of all.
After their a.s.surance he is willing to enter into human relations. His att.i.tude toward everything in life is, not suspicious, but watchful.
He is ”gathered together,” his elbows at his side.
This evidences itself most strikingly in his terseness of speech. A man dependent on himself naturally does not give himself away to the first comer. He is more interested in finding out what the other fellow is than in exploiting his own importance. A man who does much promiscuous talking he is likely to despise, arguing that man incautious, hence weak.
Yet when he does talk, he talks to the point and with a vivid and direct picturesqueness of phrase which is as refres.h.i.+ng as it is unexpected. The delightful remodeling of the English language in Mr.
Alfred Lewis's ”Wolfville” is exaggerated only in quant.i.ty, not in quality. No cowboy talks habitually in quite as original a manner as Mr. Lewis's Old Cattleman; but I have no doubt that in time he would be heard to say all the good things in that volume. I myself have note-books full of just such gorgeous language, some of the best of which I have used elsewhere, and so will not repeat here.[1]
This vividness manifests itself quite as often in the selection of the apt word as in the construction of elaborate phrases with a half-humorous intention. A cowboy once told me of the arrival of a tramp by saying, ”He SIFTED into camp.” Could any verb be more expressive? Does not it convey exactly the lazy, careless, out-at-heels shuffling gait of the hobo? Another in the course of description told of a saloon scene, ”They all BELLIED UP TO the bar.”
Again, a range cook, objecting to purposeless idling about his fire, shouted: ”If you fellows come MOPING around here any more, I'LL SURE MAKE YOU HARD TO CATCH!” ”Fish in that pond, son? Why, there's some fish in there big enough to rope,” another advised me. ”I quit shoveling,” one explained the story of his life, ”because I couldn't see nothing ahead of shoveling but dirt.” The same man described ploughing as, ”Looking at a mule's tail all day.” And one of the most succinct epitomes of the motifs of fiction was offered by an old fellow who looked over my shoulder as I was reading a novel. ”Well, son,”
said he, ”what they doing now, KISSING OR KILLING?”
Nor are the complete phrases behind in aptness. I have s.p.a.ce for only a few examples, but they will ill.u.s.trate what I mean. Speaking of a companion who was ”putting on too much dog,” I was informed, ”He walks like a man with a new suit of WOODEN UNDERWEAR!” Or again, in answer to my inquiry as to a mutual acquaintance, ”Jim? Oh, poor old Jim!
For the last week or so he's been nothing but an insignificant atom of humanity hitched to a boil.”
But to observe the riot of imagination turned loose with the bridle off, you must a.s.sist at a burst of anger on the part of one of these men. It is mostly unprintable, but you will get an entirely new idea of what profanity means. Also you will come to the conclusion that you, with your trifling d.a.m.nS, and the like, have been a very good boy indeed. The remotest, most obscure, and unheard of conceptions are dragged forth from earth, heaven, and h.e.l.l, and linked together in a sequence so original, so gaudy, and so utterly blasphemous, that you gasp and are stricken with the most devoted admiration. It is genius.
Of course I can give you no idea here of what these truly magnificent oaths are like. It is a pity, for it would liberalize your education.
Occasionally, like a trickle of clear water into an alkali torrent, a straight English sentence will drop into the flood. It is refres.h.i.+ng by contrast, but weak.
”If your brains were all made of dynamite, you couldn't blow the top of your head off.”
”I wouldn't speak to him if I met him in h.e.l.l carrying a lump of ice in his hand.”