There is no knowing where the tale comes from, for Winnenap the Medicine-Man who told it to me, was eclectic in his faiths as in his practice. Winnenap was a Shoshone, one of the group who had been forced southward into Death Valley when the great Pah Ute nation had split their tribes like a wedge. In the last of their wars he had been taken as a hostage by the Paiutes and brought up by them. He might have remembered [4] the story, or his wife might have told him. She was a tall brown woman out of Tejon, and her mother was of that band of captives taken from San Gabriel by the Mojaves, Mission-bred. Wherever it came from, the tale has its roots deep in the land it explains.
Padahoon, being wearied of going to and fro under the heavens, said to the Little Duck that it was time there should be mountains; so the Little Duck dived and brought up the primordial7 mud of which even the geographers9 are agreed mountains are made.
As he brought it the Sparrow-Hawk built a round beautiful ring of mountains enclosing a quiet space of sea. Said the Little Duck, "I choose this side," coming up with his bill full of mud toward the west. Whereupon the Sparrow-Hawk built the other side higher. When it was all done and the Little Duck surveyed it, he observed, as people will to this day, the discrepancy10 between the low western hills and the high Sierras, and he thought the builder had not played him fair. "Very well, then," said the Sparrow-Hawk, "since you are resolved to be so greedy," and he bit out pieces of the Sierras with his bill, and threw them over his shoulder. [5]
You can see the bites still deep and sharp about Mt. Whitney.
But the Little Duck would not be satisfied; he took hold by the great bulk of Shasta and began to pull, and Padahoon pulled on his side until the beautiful ring was pulled out in a long oval and began to break on the west where the bay of San Francisco comes in. So they were forced to divide the mountain range north and south and make what they could of it. But the Sparrow-Hawk, remembering the pieces he had thrown over his shoulder, chose the south, where you can still see him sailing any clear day about four in the afternoon, over all his stolen territory.
There you have the bones of the land as neatly11 laid out for you as they could do it in Kensington Museum: the long oval, breaking seaward, the high, bitten, westward12 peaks, and the Sparrow-Hawk's Own, tailing south like the quirk13 of an attenuated14 Q.
They serve, these fragmentary ranges, for the outposts of habitableness between the sea wind and the forces of pure desertness. Always there is skirmish and assault going on about them. Showers rush up the slope of San Jacinto, all their shining spears a-tilt. Great gusts15 of wind [6] roar through the Pass of San Gorgiono, the old Puerto de San Carlos. Seasonally17 they are beleaguered18 by stealthy rushes of the fogs that from the Gulf19 hear the peaks about Whitney calling, or by the yellow murk of sand-storms on which the whole face of the desert is lifted up as it travels toward its destiny in orchard20 row and vineyard. Always the edge of the wind is against the stone. They shine, the frontlets of the sentinel saints, in that keen polish, as the faces of saints must with benignity21.
Just beyond the pilæ of the broken mountains—the Pillars of Hercules of the West—the desert winds about the eastern bases of the range in deep indented22 bays, white-rimmed with the wave marks of its ancient sea. Out a very little way, where the shuddering23 heat-waves trick the imagination, it seems about to be retaken by the ghost of tumbling billows. Nothing else moves in it; nothing sounds. Plantations24 of growing things near the Pass lean all a little toward it, edging, peering—the wild, spiny25, thorny26 things of the desert to enter the rain-fed paradise, the full-leafed offspring of the sea wind plotting to take the unfriended sandy spaces. They creep a little forward or back as the years run wet or dry. The green [7] things stand up, they march along the cliffs, they balance on the edge of precipices27, but desperation is in every contorted stem of mesquite and palo verde. And with all this struggle, so still! East on the desert rim8 the Colorado ramps28 like a stallion between its walls, westward the Pacific rings the low foreshore with thunder; but the land never cries out, quartz29 mountains disintegrate30 but they do not murmur31.
It is odd here in a land rife32 with the naked struggle of great pagan forces, to find the promontories33 so lend themselves to the gentle names of saints. Perhaps the Padres were not so far from nature as one thinks; in the southerly range which, with San Bernardino on the north, sentinels the Pass by which the iron-rimmed Emigrant34 trail enters the coast valleys, they rendered for once the pagan touch. San Jacinto—St. Hyacinth—was he ever anything but a Christianised memory of a Grecian myth, or does it matter at all so long as there are men to see, in the deep purple light that dies along the heights, the colour of blood that is shed for love? Perhaps the best thing beauty can say to Greek or Christian35 is that there are still things worth dying for. No doubt the veins36 of Padre Jayme Bravo were [8] as rich in martyr37 passion as the stained air of the mountain is in purples, paling to rose at morning, thinning at noon to pure aerial blues38.
Seen from the coast the range has a finny contour as of some huge creature risen from the sea, with low hills about it like dolphins playing; but the prevailing39 note of the landscape is always blue, repeating the tints40 of the wild brodiæa that may be found on the lomas early in April, sending up its clustered heads between two slender curving spears.
Near at hand the masking growth is seen to be green, the dark olivaceous green of the chamisal. Nowhere does one get the force of the Spanish termination al—the place where—as in that word. The chamisal is the place of the chamise: miles and miles of it, with scarcely another shrub41 allowed, spread over the mesa and well up into laps and bays of the hills. It grows breast high, man high in the favoured regions; but even where under the influence of drouth and altitude it creeps to the knees, it abates42 nothing of its social character. Its ever-green foliage43 has a dull shining from the resinous44 coating which protects it from evaporation45, and a slight sticky feel, characteristics that no doubt won it the name of "greasewood" from the emigrants46 who valued it chiefly because it [9] could be burned green. The spring winds blowing up from the bay whip all its fretted47 surface to a froth of panicled white bloom, that, stirring a little as the wind shifts, full of bee-murmur, touches the imagination with the continual reminder48 of the sea. Higher up the thick lacy chaparral flecks49 and ripples50, showing the light underside of leaves, and tosses up great fountain sprays of ceanothus, sea-blue and lilac-scented.
All the human interest of this region centres about the city on the bay of San Diego, a low locked harbour with a long spit of sand breaking the mild Pacific swell52, as it bides53 its time for the shipping54 of the south-western world. It has already waited longer than most people suppose. Just fifty years after the landing of Columbus on the Bahamas, Cabrillo discovered it; Sir Francis Drake, romping55 up that coast with his buccaneers, must have seen it though he left no note of any visit, and in 1602 Sebastian Viscaino anchored there and gave it its present name. Just about the time the mixed Dutch and English on the Atlantic coast were beginning to think of themselves as Americans and to act accordingly, the Franciscan Frailes settled on San Diego bay. Nobody will know why it was reserved for the [10] brown-skirted brothers of St. Francis to undertake the subjugation56 of Alta California, until it is known why the King of Spain quarrelled with the Jesuits. They were accused of plotting against His Majesty57, but in those days it was possible to accuse the Jesuits of almost anything without going very far wrong in the popular estimate. I have my own opinion about it, which is that a great land, like a great lady, has her way with men. And no land has called its own as has California:—poet or painter or pioneer, the world's rim under. No better patron could be found for this blossoming West than Francis of Assisi, who preached to his little brothers of the air and would have made a convert of the coyote. Perhaps the first settlers of a country leave their stripe on all the land's later offspring: if it was a way the West took to breed fervour and faith and the spirit of prophecy in the young generation, who shall say she has not succeeded?
In January of 1769 two expeditions by land and sea set forth in the name of God and the King of Spain, under the patronage58 of Señor San Jose, indubitable patron of all journeys since the flight into Egypt. In April the ship San Antonio anchored in the placid59 bay, there to await the live stock driven up from Velicatá. So the old world [11] came to the new with a whole collocation of sainted personages flocking like doves to her banners.
But it was not saints that the land wanted so much as the stuff that goes to make them. The expedition starved, sickened; their eyes were holden. Governor Portola, with the greater part of the expedition, made a long pasear on foot to find the lost port of Monterey, and came back, with armour60 rust61 on his doublet sleeves and nothing much gained beside, to declare the expedition a failure. But Padre Serra—Junipero Serra, father president of Missions, juniper of God's own planting, sapling of that stock of which the founder62 of the order had wished for a whole forest full—Padre Serra claimed a churchman's privilege. He demanded time for a novena, a nine days' cycle of prayer to the patron who was so unaccountably hiding the relief ship in the fogs and indecisions of the uncharted coast. It is my belief that the Padre chose the novena simply because it was the longest possible time he could hope to delay the return of the expedition. Nine days they drew in their belts and told their beads64, and on the last hour of the last day, far on the sea rim, behold65 the white wings of succour!
The Patron, who could never be at a loss for an [12] expedient66, contrived67 that the ship should lose an anchor which compelled it to put in at San Diego, where they had no expectation of finding any of the party. It was so that the land tried them out and approved, for from that day the founding went forward steadily68.
There is a fine growing city now on the site of the early landing, regularly stratified through all the architectural periods of California, from the low thick-walled adobe69 of the Spanish occupation to the newest shingle-stained bungalow70 of the latest one-lunged millionaire; but the land has not lost, in a century and a half, one mark by which the brown-skirted Frailes found their way about in it. It has its distinctive71 mark, the Sparrow-Hawk's land, the seal of a private and peculiar72 affection. Here about the mouth of one of its swift seasonal16 rivers, and touching73 as with a finger-tip the opposing shore of the island of Santa Rosa, is the habitat of the Torrey pine. Japanesque, unrelated, drinking the sea air, never spreading inland, it hugs the sea-worn edges of La Jolla, as though, as some botanists74 believe, the species came to life there out of the jewel-tinted water and the spirit of the desert dust.
It is also possible to think of it as a relict of [13] the land of which the broken Channel Islands were made, but in any case it is a pity that science could not have retained for this lonely, restricted species the name the Frailes gave to its fostering waters, Soledad—the solitary75. Behind the town the mesa rises abruptly76, knife-cut by the gullies of intermittent77 streams; and far back where the mountains break down into foothills, and these into the lomas—little low mounds78 of detritus—the sea air collects all the blue rays of the diffused79 light and holds them there all day in the hollows, in memory of the sea from which they rose.
In April of the year of the Occupation the white panicles of the chamise would be tossing here and there, and the yellow violets run thin lines as of fire among the grasses. You would not believe there were so many yellow violets in the world as a day's riding will still show you. At this season, islay, the wild cherry, will be shaking out its fine white spray of bloom, the button willow80 begins, the sycamore, the buckthorn, cascara sagrada; the great berried manzanita, which shed its waxen bells as early as December, will be reddening its apples. Here also the chia, the true sage81, the honey-maker, bread of the wild tribes, makes itself known by the penetrating82 pungent83 [14] odour of its unfolding foliage. Binding84 all the leafy thickets85, runs the succulent starry86 bloom of the megarrhiza that, from its hidden root, as large as a man's body, sends up smothering87 tendrils so sensitive to their opportunity that you have only to sit down beside them on one of these long growing afternoons, to find all their tips curling in your direction and the stems moving sensibly across the grass in the direction of support. As early as February the foot-long vines can be seen locating the nearest shrub or the cañon wall, farther away than you could detect it by any tactile88 sense. And how quickly, once the objective is sensed, the questing Force is withdrawn89 from the unsuccessful members! Perhaps this one to the right may keep on in the direction in which it has caught the invisible communicating thread from the nearest buckthorn, but the other three or four green tentacles91, finding no invitation from any quarter, not only stop growing but seem to shrink and dwindle92 in the interests of the climbing brother. Sometimes in a particularly lusty growth, all the young vines will be drawn90 toward some conspicuous93 support, so that by the third day those that lay out starlike, with inquiring tips raised a little, delicately feeling, will swing through all their points [15] to the one hopeful direction. These warm sensuous94 days toward the end of April, just after rain, when the very earth is full of a subtle intoxication95, one has but to thrust a finger among the bourgeoning tips and tendrils of the megarrhiza to see them stir with live response. One must suppose, since the megarrhiza is of no discoverable use to anybody, that the Force uses it to its own ends, an ascending96, uprearing Force, rehearsing itself for a more serviceable instrument.—This, however, is a digression; probably the Padres found no time for philosophising about anything, much less so useless a specimen97 as the wild cucumber.
What the Franciscans saw first in Alta California was what all pioneers look for in new lands—the witness of their faith. They saw the waxberry bush from which they were to gather the thin coating of the berries into candles for their improvised98 altars, saw the crepitant, aromatic99 yerba buena, and the shrubby100, glutinous-leaved herb of the Saints, given to them for healing.
More than all else they must have seen in the month of the Virgin101 Mother, high on the altar slopes of San Jacinto and San Bernardino, the white thyrses of the yucca, called The Candles of Our Lord. Back where the green exclusiveness [16] of the chamise gives place to the chaparral, the tall shafts102 arise. They grow in blossoming, the bells climbing with the aspiring103 stalk until as many as six thousand of them may hang pure and stiff along the lance-like stem between the bayonet-bristling leaves. Long after the white flame has burnt out, the stalks remain, rank on rank, as though battalions104 of Spanish spearmen had fallen there, holding each his spear aloft in his dead hand.
It is only back there where the yuccas begin, that the small, swift life of the mesa goes on, very much as it did in the days of the Spanish Frailes. The doves begin it, voicing the mesa dawn in notes of a cool blueness; then the sleek105 and stately quail106, moving down in twittering droves to the infrequent water-holes. The rhythm of a flock in motion is like the ripple51 of muscles in the sides of a great snake. After them the road runner, corredor del camino, the cock of the chaparral, crest107 down, rudder aslant108, swifter than a horse, incarnate109 spirit of the hopeful dust through which he flirts110 and flits. Then the blueness is folded up, it lies packed in the cañons, the mountains flatten111; high in his airy haunts the Sparrow-Hawk sails, and the furry112, frisk-tailed folk begin the day's affairs.
The secret of learning the mesa life is to sit still, to sit still and to keep on sitting still. The only other secret is to be learned in the wattled huts stuck like the heaps of the house-building rats in the dry washes, inwoven with the boughs113 of buckthorn and islay, except for size scarcely distinguishable from them. For the Indian has gone through all that green woof with the thread of kinship and found it an ordered world. He is choke-full as is the chamisal of wild life, of the tag ends of instincts and understandings left over from the days when he was brother to the beast—those sleek-bellied rats, stealing to lay another foot-long, dried stick to the characterless heap of their dwelling,—bad Indians to him, trying to remember their ways when they were men; that brown feathered bunch, in and out of the chia bush,—she was present at the making of man. Your aboriginal has the true sense of proportion: not size but vitality115. You can cover the sage wren116 with the hollow of your hand, but you cannot hop63 so far for your size nor be so brave about it.
Very different from the spring flutter and fullness, must have been the look of the land in the year of the martyrdom of Padre Jayme Bravo, which was the year of Bunker Hill and the [18] Republic. The green of the chamisal was overlaid then by the brown tones of its seeding. Islay had shed its crimson117 drupes; the cactus118 fires had died down to the dull purples of the fruiting prickly pear; the sycamores by the dwindling119 waters of the arroya had scarcely a palsied leaf to wag. The Mission had been moved, for what reasons must be guessed by whoever has had occasion to observe the effect of a standing114 army on the subjugated120 peoples, back from the sea marsh121 to a little valley of what is known now as Mission River. Sixty converts had come down out of the hills to receive the Medicine of the Soft-Hearted God. That is the way they must have looked at it—rood and cup and sprinkling water, and the bells louder than the medicine drums. Back in the dry gullies the drums would have been going night and day where the tingaivashes, the Medicine-Men, lashed122 themselves into a fury over this apostasy123. Certain of the renegades heard them between their orisons; they fled back to the muttering roll and the pound of the dancing feet. In the night after that, eight hundred of the Dieguenos, clothed in frantic124 fervour and very little else, came down to make an end of the "long gowns." How the soul of Padre Jayme must have leaped up as he heard [19] them yelling outside his unguarded hut: the appetite for martyrdom is deeper than all our dreaming. He ran toward them with arms extended. "Love God, my children!" he cried, and received their arrows. When it was reported to the Padre President at Monterey, "Thank God," he said; "now the soil is watered." It did indeed repay them such a crop of souls as any watering produces in that soil; but at San Juan Capistrano, where a new foundation was in progress, they buried the bells and returned to the presidio.
Few people understand why Californians so love their Missions, the meagre ruins of them, scant125 as a last year's nest. But two priests, a corporal, and three men in the unmapped land with eight hundred angry savages—it is the mark of the Western breed to love odds126 such as that! It is not to the campanile at Pala nor the ruined arches of San Luis Rey that men made pilgrimages but to the spirit of enterprise that built the West.
All about the upper mesa there are traces, scarcely more evident to the eye than the Missions, that the inhabitants of it have been dreamers, dreaming greatly. I do not now refer to the court of San Luis Rey, from the roofs of which a joyous127 populace once cheered a governor of California in [20] the part of toreador, in a neighbourhood where Raphael-eyed muchachitos who have never heard of the Five Little Pigs that Went to Market can still repeat you the rhyme that begins
Up in Heaven there is a bull fight,
The bull has horns of silver and a tail of gold.
Heaven enough under those conditions to the children of the Occupation! Nor am I thinking of a road on which, when there is a light wind moving from the sea, you can still hear at midnight the pounding feet of the Indian riders galloping128 down to the bay, only to see their beloved Padre blessing129 them from the ship's side in departing. I do not think even—because I make a practice of thinking as little as possible of a matter so discreditable to us as our Indian policy—of the procession of the evicted130 Palatingwas, even though the whole region of Warner's ranch131 is still full of the shame of it and the rending132 cry. The struggle of men with men is at best a sick and squalid affair for one of the parties; but men contriving133 against the gods for possession of the earth is your true epic134. The brave little towns which start up there with their too early florescence of avenue and public square, the courageous135 acres which the vineyardist clears [21] in the chamisal and the chamise takes again! All along the upper mesa, Pan and the homesteader keep up the ancient fight. And with what unequal weapons! The wild gourd136, the bindweed, the megarrhiza, at the mere137 rumour138 of a cleared space, come beckoning139 and joining hands. Though he goes gunning all day without finding one young rabbit for his pot, the bark of the homesteader's orchard trees will be gnawed140 by them at the precise sappy moment. At dawn the quail may be heard with soft contented141 noises between the rows of bearing vines, plunging142 their beaks143 in the ripest berries. Then the mule-deer will spend the night in the carefully fenced enclosure, ruining the largest bunches with selective bites; after which the homesteader, if he is wise, will know that he is beaten. The mule-deer can go over any fence, though usually he prefers to go between the wires, which he can do without altering his stride. Detected, even at its most leafless, the antlered chaparral makes cover for him until, after hours of following, he is glimpsed at last, scaling at his stiff bounding gait some inaccessible144 rocky stair from which nothing comes back but the bullet's deflected145 whine146. Now and then some pot-hunter [22] who remembers when the mule-deer could be heard barking to the does in any deep gully, when the moon rose hot on the flushed trail of the October day, will tell you that there are no more of his kind on San Jacinto. But so long as there are homesteaders to be fended147 from the hill borders, the mule-deer will come back. And when the mule-deer is gone there will still be drouth. Let the coast currents swing out a few degrees, or the Gulf winds blow contrarily for consecutive148 seasons, and the stoutest149 homesteader fails. After a few years you can guess where he has been by finding the chamise growing taller in the ploughed places.
Incurable150 wild hills and wild sufficing sea, and the little strip between which they give to one another—Indian giving!—conceded by the years of rain and demanded back by drouth; shoals that the tide piles and the sea eats again! It lies like a many-coloured dancer's scarf, and hearts are still caught in its folds as in the days of the Spanish Occupation.
There's a stripe of aquamarine turning to chrysoprase, that's for the sea; amber151 then for the hollow cliffs of La Jolla and San Juan, smugglers' cliffs eaten well under the shore; a stripe of scarlet152, spangled with viscid diamond dew, that's for the [23] mesembryanthemums crowding the foreshore; pale green of the lupins with a white thread through it of the highway, green again for the chamisal, and blue of the mountains' unassailable sea thought.
Nature is a great symbolist; what she makes out of her own materials is but the shadow of what man in any country will make finally of his. San Diego by the sea dreams of a great sea empery. What by all the signs she is bound to produce, is a poet. There in the scarf-coloured, low shore is the vocal153 forecast of him in the night-singing mocking-bird. Especially in the fringing island of Coronado out of the waxberry bush he can be heard gurgling like a full fountain with jets and rushes of pure crystal sound. From moonrise on until dawn he scatters154 from a tireless throat, music like light and laughter. It is as impossible to close the eyes under it as in the glare of the sun. And if the moon, the measurer, be gone on a journey to the other side of the world, still he sings, all his notes muffled155 by the dark; he sways and sings, dozes156 and sings, dreaming and wakes to sing. So it should be with poets whether anybody wishes them to or not. "The lands of the sun expand the soul," says the proverb.
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expedient
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binding
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thickets
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smothering
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tentacles
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conspicuous
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| adj.（声音）被隔的；听不太清的；（衣服）裹严的；蒙住的v.压抑，捂住( muffle的过去式和过去分词 )；用厚厚的衣帽包着（自己） | |
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| n.打盹儿，打瞌睡( doze的名词复数 )v.打盹儿，打瞌睡( doze的第三人称单数 ) | |
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