“We shall have great joy in our poppy field,” said Bess. “Yes,” said I; “how the poor city folk will envy when they come to see us, and how we will make all well again when we send them off with great golden armfuls!”
“But those things will have to come down,” I added, pointing to numerous obtrusive6 notices (relics of the last tenant) displayed conspicuously7 along the boundaries, and bearing, each and all, this legend:
“Private Grounds. No Trespassing8.”
“Why should we refuse the poor city folk a ramble9 over our field, because, forsooth, they have not the advantage of our acquaintance?”
“How I abhor10 such things,” said Bess; “the arrogant11 symbols of power.”
“They disgrace human nature,” said I.
“They shame the generous landscape,” she said, “and they are abominable12.”
“Piggish!” quoth I, hotly. “Down with them!”
We looked forward to the coming of the poppies, did Bess and I, looked forward as only creatures of the city may look who have been long denied. I have forgotten to mention the existence of a house above the poppy field, a squat13 and wandering bungalow14 in which we had elected to forsake15 town traditions and live in fresher and more vigorous ways. The first poppies came, orange-yellow and golden in the standing16 grain, and we went about gleefully, as though drunken with their wine, and told each other that the poppies were there. We laughed at unexpected moments, in the midst of silences, and at times grew ashamed and stole forth17 secretly to gaze upon our treasury18. But when the great wave of poppy-flame finally spilled itself down the field, we shouted aloud, and danced, and clapped our hands, freely and frankly19 mad.
And then came the Goths. My face was in a lather20, the time of the first invasion, and I suspended my razor in mid-air to gaze out on my beloved field. At the far end I saw a little girl and a little boy, their arms filled with yellow spoil. Ah, thought I, an unwonted benevolence22 burgeoning23, what a delight to me is their delight! It is sweet that children should pick poppies in my field. All summer shall they pick poppies in my field. But they must be little children, I added as an afterthought, and they must pick from the lower end — this last prompted by a glance at the great golden fellows nodding in the wheat beneath my window. Then the razor descended24. Shaving was always an absorbing task, and I did not glance out of the window again until the operation was completed. And then I was bewildered. Surely this was not my poppy field. No — and yes, for there were the tall pines clustering austerely25 together on one side, the magnolia tree burdened with bloom, and the Japanese quinces splashing the driveway hedge with blood. Yes, it was the field, but no wave of poppy-flame spilled down it, nor did the great golden fellows nod in the wheat beneath my window. I rushed into a jacket and out of the house. In the far distance were disappearing two huge balls of colour, orange and yellow, for all the world like perambulating poppies of cyclopean breed.
“Johnny,” said I to the nine-year-old son of my sister, “Johnny, whenever little girls come into our field to pick poppies, you must go down to them, and in a very quiet and gentlemanly manner, tell them it is not allowed.”
Warm days came, and the sun drew another blaze from the free-bosomed earth. Whereupon a neighbour’s little girl, at the behest of her mother, duly craved27 and received permission from Bess to gather a few poppies for decorative28 purposes. But of this I was uninformed, and when I descried29 her in the midst of the field I waved my arms like a semaphore against the sky.
“Little girl!” called I. “Little girl!”
The little girl’s legs blurred30 the landscape as she fled, and in high elation31 I sought Bess to tell of the potency32 of my voice. Nobly she came to the rescue, departing forthwith on an expedition of conciliation33 and explanation to the little girl’s mother. But to this day the little girl seeks cover at sight of me, and I know the mother will never be as cordial as she would otherwise have been.
Came dark, overcast34 days, stiff, driving winds, and pelting35 rains, day on day, without end, and the city folk cowered36 in their dwelling-places like flood-beset rats; and like rats, half-drowned and gasping38, when the weather cleared they crawled out and up the green Piedmont slopes to bask39 in the blessed sunshine. And they invaded my field in swarms40 and droves, crushing the sweet wheat into the earth and with lustful41 hands ripping the poppies out by the roots.
“I shall put up the warnings against trespassing,” I said.
“Yes,” said Bess, with a sigh. “I’m afraid it is necessary.”
The day was yet young when she sighed again:
“I’m afraid, O Man, that your signs are of no avail. People have forgotten how to read, these days.”
I went out on the porch. A city nymph, in cool summer gown and picture hat, paused before one of my newly reared warnings and read it through with care. Profound deliberation characterized her movements. She was statuesquely tall, but with a toss of the head and a flirt42 of the skirt she dropped on hands and knees, crawled under the fence, and came to her feet on the inside with poppies in both her hands. I walked down the drive and talked ethically43 to her, and she went away. Then I put up more signs.
At one time, years ago, these hills were carpeted with poppies. As between the destructive forces and the will “to live,” the poppies maintained an equilibrium44 with their environment. But the city folk constituted a new and terrible destructive force, the equilibrium was overthrown45, and the poppies wellnigh perished. Since the city folk plucked those with the longest stems and biggest bowls, and since it is the law of kind to procreate kind, the long-stemmed, big-bowled poppies failed to go to seed, and a stunted46, short-stemmed variety remained to the hills. And not only was it stunted and short-stemmed, but sparsely47 distributed as well. Each day and every day, for years and years, the city folk swarmed48 over the Piedmont Hills, and only here and there did the genius of the race survive in the form of miserable49 little flowers, close-clinging and quick-blooming, like children of the slums dragged hastily and precariously50 through youth to a shrivelled and futile51 maturity52.
On the other hand, the poppies had prospered53 in my field; and not only had they been sheltered from the barbarians54, but also from the birds. Long ago the field was sown in wheat, which went to seed unharvested each year, and in the cool depths of which the poppy seeds were hidden from the keen-eyed songsters. And further, climbing after the sun through the wheat stalks, the poppies grew taller and taller and more royal even than the primordial55 ones of the open.
So the city folk, gazing from the bare hills to my blazing, burning field, were sorely tempted56, and, it must be told, as sorely fell. But no sorer was their fall than that of my beloved poppies. Where the grain holds the dew and takes the bite from the sun the soil is moist, and in such soil it is easier to pull the poppies out by the roots than to break the stalk. Now the city folk, like other folk, are inclined to move along the line of least resistance, and for each flower they gathered, there were also gathered many crisp-rolled buds and with them all the possibilities and future beauties of the plant for all time to come.
One of the city folk, a middle-aged57 gentleman, with white hands and shifty eyes, especially made life interesting for me. We called him the “Repeater,” what of his ways. When from the porch we implored58 him to desist, he was wont21 slowly and casually59 to direct his steps toward the fence, simulating finely the actions of a man who had not heard, but whose walk, instead, had terminated of itself or of his own volition60. To heighten this effect, now and again, still casually and carelessly, he would stoop and pluck another poppy. Thus did he deceitfully save himself the indignity61 of being put out, and rob us of the satisfaction of putting him out, but he came, and he came often, each time getting away with an able-bodied man’s share of plunder62.
It is not good to be of the city folk. Of this I am convinced. There is something in the mode of life that breeds an alarming condition of blindness and deafness, or so it seems with the city folk that come to my poppy field. Of the many to whom I have talked ethically not one has been found who ever saw the warnings so conspicuously displayed, while of those called out to from the porch, possibly one in fifty has heard. Also, I have discovered that the relation of city folk to country flowers is quite analogous63 to that of a starving man to food. No more than the starving man realizes that five pounds of meat is not so good as an ounce, do they realize that five hundred poppies crushed and bunched are less beautiful than two or three in a free cluster, where the green leaves and golden bowls may expand to their full loveliness.
Less forgivable than the unaesthetic are the mercenary. Hordes65 of young rascals67 plunder me and rob the future that they may stand on street corners and retail68 “California poppies, only five cents a bunch!” In spite of my precautions some of them made a dollar a day out of my field. One horde66 do I remember with keen regret. Reconnoitring for a possible dog, they applied69 at the kitchen door for “a drink of water, please.” While they drank they were besought70 not to pick any flowers. They nodded, wiped their mouths, and proceeded to take themselves off by the side of the bungalow. They smote71 the poppy field beneath my windows, spread out fan-shaped six wide, picking with both hands, and ripped a swath of destruction through the very heart of the field. No cyclone72 travelled faster or destroyed more completely. I shouted after them, but they sped on the wings of the wind, great regal poppies, broken-stalked and mangled73, trailing after them or cluttering74 their wake — the most high-handed act of piracy75, I am confident, ever committed off the high seas.
One day I went a-fishing, and on that day a woman entered the field. Appeals and remonstrances76 from the porch having no effect upon her, Bess despatched a little girl to beg of her to pick no more poppies. The woman calmly went on picking. Then Bess herself went down through the heat of the day. But the woman went on picking, and while she picked she discussed property and proprietary rights, denying Bess’s sovereignty until deeds and documents should be produced in proof thereof. And all the time she went on picking, never once overlooking her hand. She was a large woman, belligerent77 of aspect, and Bess was only a woman and not prone78 to fisticuffs. So the invader79 picked until she could pick no more, said “Good-day,” and sailed majestically80 away.
“People have really grown worse in the last several years, I think,” said Bess to me in a tired sort of voice that night, as we sat in the library after dinner.
Next day I was inclined to agree with her. “There’s a woman and a little girl heading straight for the poppies,” said May, a maid about the bungalow. I went out on the porch and waited their advent81. They plunged82 through the pine trees and into the fields, and as the roots of the first poppies were pulled I called to them. They were about a hundred feet away. The woman and the little girl turned to the sound of my voice and looked at me. “Please do not pick the poppies,” I pleaded. They pondered this for a minute; then the woman said something in an undertone to the little girl, and both backs jack26-knifed as the slaughter83 recommenced. I shouted, but they had become suddenly deaf. I screamed, and so fiercely that the little girl wavered dubiously84. And while the woman went on picking I could hear her in low tones heartening the little girl.
I recollected85 a siren whistle with which I was wont to summon Johnny, the son of my sister. It was a fearsome thing, of a kind to wake the dead, and I blew and blew, but the jack-knifed backs never unclasped. I do not mind with men, but I have never particularly favoured physical encounters with women; yet this woman, who encouraged a little girl in iniquity86, tempted me.
I went into the bungalow and fetched my rifle. Flourishing it in a sanguinary manner and scowling87 fearsomely, I charged upon the invaders88. The little girl fled, screaming, to the shelter of the pines, but the woman calmly went on picking. She took not the least notice. I had expected her to run at sight of me, and it was embarrassing. There was I, charging down the field like a wild bull upon a woman who would not get out of the way. I could only slow down, supremely89 conscious of how ridiculous it all was. At a distance of ten feet she straightened up and deigned90 to look at me. I came to a halt and blushed to the roots of my hair. Perhaps I really did frighten her (I sometimes try to persuade myself that this is so), or perhaps she took pity on me; but, at any rate, she stalked out of my field with great composure, nay91, majesty92, her arms brimming with orange and gold.
Nevertheless, thenceforward I saved my lungs and flourished my rifle. Also, I made fresh generalizations93. To commit robbery women take advantage of their sex. Men have more respect for property than women. Men are less insistent94 in crime than women. And women are less afraid of guns than men. Likewise, we conquer the earth in hazard and battle by the virtues95 of our mothers. We are a race of land-robbers and sea-robbers, we Anglo–Saxons, and small wonder, when we suckle at the breasts of a breed of women such as maraud my poppy field.
Still the pillage96 went on. Sirens and gun-flourishings were without avail. The city folk were great of heart and undismayed, and I noted97 the habit of “repeating” was becoming general. What booted it how often they were driven forth if each time they were permitted to carry away their ill-gotten plunder? When one has turned the same person away twice and thrice an emotion arises somewhat akin98 to homicide. And when one has once become conscious of this sanguinary feeling his whole destiny seems to grip hold of him and drag him into the abyss. More than once I found myself unconsciously pulling the rifle into position to get a sight on the miserable trespassers. In my sleep I slew99 them in manifold ways and threw their carcasses into the reservoir. Each day the temptation to shoot them in the legs became more luring100, and every day I felt my fate calling to me imperiously. Visions of the gallows101 rose up before me, and with the hemp102 about my neck I saw stretched out the pitiless future of my children, dark with disgrace and shame. I became afraid of myself, and Bess went about with anxious face, privily103 beseeching104 my friends to entice105 me into taking a vacation. Then, and at the last gasp37, came the thought that saved me: Why not confiscate106? If their forays were bootless, in the nature of things their forays would cease.
The first to enter my field thereafter was a man.
I was waiting for him — And, oh joy! it was the “Repeater” himself, smugly complacent107 with knowledge of past success. I dropped the rifle negligently108 across the hollow of my arm and went down to him.
“I am sorry to trouble you for those poppies,” I said in my oiliest tones; “but really, you know, I must have them.”
He regarded me speechlessly. It must have made a great picture. It surely was dramatic. With the rifle across my arm and my suave109 request still ringing in my ears, I felt like Black Bart, and Jesse James, and Jack Sheppard, and Robin110 Hood111, and whole generations of highwaymen.
“Come, come,” I said, a little sharply and in what I imagined was the true fashion; “I am sorry to inconvenience you, believe me, but I must have those poppies.”
I absently shifted the gun and smiled. That fetched him. Without a word he passed them over and turned his toes toward the fence, but no longer casual and careless was his carriage, I nor did he stoop to pick the occasional poppy by the way. That was the last of the “Repeater.” I could see by his eyes that he did not like me, and his back reproached me all the way down the field and out of sight.
From that day the bungalow has been flooded with poppies. Every vase and earthen jar is filled with them. They blaze on every mantel and run riot through all the rooms. I present them to my friends in huge bunches, and still the kind city folk come and gather more for me. “Sit down for a moment,” I say to the departing guest. And there we sit in the shade of the porch while aspiring112 city creatures pluck my poppies and sweat under the brazen113 sun. And when their arms are sufficiently114 weighted with my yellow glories, I go down with the rifle over my arm and disburden them. Thus have I become convinced that every situation has its compensations.
Confiscation115 was successful, so far as it went; but I had forgotten one thing; namely, the vast number of the city folk. Though the old transgressors came no more, new ones arrived every day, and I found myself confronted with the titanic116 task of educating a whole cityful to the inexpediency of raiding my poppy field. During the process of disburdening them I was accustomed to explaining my side of the case, but I soon gave this over. It was a waste of breath. They could not understand. To one lady, who insinuated117 that I was miserly, I said:
“My dear madam, no hardship is worked upon you. Had I not been parsimonious118 yesterday and the day before, these poppies would have been picked by the city hordes of that day and the day before, and your eyes, which to-day have discovered this field, would have beheld119 no poppies at all. The poppies you may not pick to-day are the poppies I did not permit to be picked yesterday and the day before. Therefore, believe me, you are denied nothing.”
“But the poppies are here to-day,” she said, glaring carnivorously upon their glow and splendour.
“I will pay you for them,” said a gentleman, at another time. (I had just relieved him of an armful.) I felt a sudden shame, I know not why, unless it be that his words had just made clear to me that a monetary120 as well as an aesthetic64 value was attached to my flowers. The apparent sordidness121 of my position overwhelmed me, and I said weakly: “I do not sell my poppies. You may have what you have picked.” But before the week was out I confronted the same gentleman again. “I will pay you for them,” he said. “Yes,” I said, “you may pay me for them. Twenty dollars, please.” He gasped122, looked at me searchingly, gasped again, and silently and sadly put the poppies down. But it remained, as usual, for a woman to attain123 the sheerest pitch of audacity124. When I declined payment and demanded my plucked beauties, she refused to give them up. “I picked these poppies,” she said, “and my time is worth money. When you have paid me for my time you may have them.” Her cheeks flamed rebellion, and her face, withal a pretty one, was set and determined125. Now, I was a man of the hill tribes, and she a mere126 woman of the city folk, and though it is not my inclination127 to enter into details, it is my pleasure to state that that bunch of poppies subsequently glorified128 the bungalow and that the woman departed to the city unpaid129. Anyway, they were my poppies.
“They are God’s poppies,” said the Radiant Young Radical130, democratically shocked at sight of me turning city folk out of my field. And for two weeks she hated me with a deathless hatred131. I sought her out and explained. I explained at length. I told the story of the poppy as Maeterlinck has told the life of the bee. I treated the question biologically, psychologically, and sociologically, I discussed it ethically and aesthetically132. I grew warm over it, and impassioned; and when I had done, she professed133 conversion134, but in my heart of hearts I knew it to be compassion135. I fled to other friends for consolation136. I retold the story of the poppy. They did not appear supremely interested. I grew excited. They were surprised and pained. They looked at me curiously137. “It ill-befits your dignity to squabble over poppies,” they said. “It is unbecoming.”
I fled away to yet other friends. I sought vindication138. The thing had become vital, and I needs must put myself right. I felt called upon to explain, though well knowing that he who explains is lost. I told the story of the poppy over again. I went into the minutest details. I added to it, and expanded. I talked myself hoarse139, and when I could talk no more they looked bored. Also, they said insipid140 things, and soothful things, and things concerning other things, and not at all to the point. I was consumed with anger, and there and then I renounced141 them all.
At the bungalow I lie in wait for chance visitors. Craftily142 I broach143 the subject, watching their faces closely the while to detect first signs of disapprobation, whereupon I empty long-stored vials of wrath144 upon their heads. I wrangle145 for hours with whosoever does not say I am right. I am become like Guy de Maupassant’s old man who picked up a piece of string. I am incessantly146 explaining, and nobody will understand. I have become more brusque in my treatment of the predatory city folk. No longer do I take delight in their disburdenment, for it has become an onerous147 duty, a wearisome and distasteful task. My friends look askance and murmur148 pityingly on the side when we meet in the city. They rarely come to see me now. They are afraid. I am an embittered149 and disappointed man, and all the light seems to have gone out of my life and into my blazing field. So one pays for things.
Piedmont, California.
April 1902.
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