Mount Sinai, Heart of the Sierras—this place is one mile east and a little less than one mile perpendicular1 from the hot, dusty and dismal2 little railroad town down on the rocky banks of the foaming3 and tumbling Sacramento River. Some of the old miners are down there still—still working on the desolate4 old rocky bars with rockers. They have been there, some of them, for more than thirty years. A few of them have little orchards5, or vineyards, on the steep, overhanging hills, but there is no home life, no white women to speak of, as yet. The battered6 and gray old miners are poor, lonely and discouraged, but they are honest, stout7-hearted still, and of a much higher type than those that hang about the towns. It is hot down on the river—too hot, almost, to tell the truth. Even here under Mount Shasta, in her sheets of eternal snow, the mercury is at par8.
This Mount Sinai is not a town; it is a great spring of cold water that leaps from the high, rocky front of a mountain which we have located as a summer home in the Sierras—myself and a few other scribes of California.
This is the great bear land. One of our party, a simple-hearted and honest city editor, who was admitted into our little mountain colony because of his boundless9 good nature and native goodness, had never seen a bear before he came here. City editors do not, as a rule, ever know much about bears. This little city editor is baldheaded, bow-legged, plain to a degree. And maybe that is why he is so good. “Give me fat men,” said Caesar.
But give me plain men for good men, any time. Pretty women are to be preferred; but pretty men? Bah! I must get on with the bear, however, and make a long story a short story. We found our fat, bent-legged editor from the city fairly broiling10 in the little railroad town, away down at the bottom of the hill in the yellow golden fields of the Sacramento; and he was so limp and so lazy that we had to lay hold of him and get him out of the heat and up into the heart of the Sierras by main force.
Only one hour of climbing and we got up to where the little mountain streams come tumbling out of snow-banks on every side. The Sacramento, away down below and almost under us, from here looks dwindled11 to a brawling12 brook13; a foamy14 white thread twisting about the boulders15 as big as meeting houses, plunging16 forward, white with fear, as if glad to get away—as if there was a bear back there where it came from. We did not register. No, indeed. This place here on Square Creek17, among the clouds, where the water bursts in a torrent18 from the living rock, we have named Mount Sinai. We own the whole place for one mile square—the tall pine trees, the lovely pine-wood houses; all, all. We proposed to hunt and fish, for food. But we had some bread, some bacon, lots of coffee and sugar. And so, whipping out our hooks and lines, we set off with the editor up a little mountain brook, and in less than an hour were far up among the fields of eternal snow, and finely loaded with trout19.
What a bed of pine quills20! What long and delicious cones22 for a camp fire! Some of those sugar-pine cones are as long as your arm. One of them alone will make a lofty pyramid of flame and illuminate23 the scene for half a mile about. I threw myself on my back and kicked up my heels. I kicked care square in the face. Oh, what freedom! How we would rest after dinner here! Of course we could not all rest or sleep at the same time. One of us would have to keep a pine cone21 burning all the time. Bears are not very numerous out here; but the California lion is both numerous and large here. The wild-cat, too, is no friend to the tourist. But we were not tourists. The land was and is ours. We would and all could defend our own.
The sun was going down. Glorious! The shades of night were coming up out of the gorges24 below and audaciously pursuing the dying sun. Not a sound. Not a sign of man or of beast. We were scattered25 all up and down the hill.
Crash! Something came tearing down the creek through the brush! The fat and simple-hearted editor, who had been dressing26 the homeopathic dose of trout, which inexperience had marked as his own, sprang up from the bank of the tumbling little stream above us and stood at his full height. His stout little knees for the first time smote27 together. I was a good way below him on the steep hillside. A brother editor was slicing bacon on a piece of reversed pine bark close by.
“Fall down,” I cried, “fall flat down on your face.”
It was a small she bear, and she was very thin and very hungry, with cubs28 at her heels, and she wanted that fat little city editor’s fish. I know it would take volumes to convince you that I really meant for the bear to pass by him and come after me and my friend with both fish and bacon, and so, with half a line, I assert this truth and pass on. Nor was I in any peril29 in appropriating the little brown bear to myself. Any man who knows what he is about is as safe with a bear on a steep hillside as is the best bull-fighter in any arena30. No bear can keep his footing on a steep hillside, much less fight. And whenever an Indian is in peril he always takes down hill till he comes to a steep plane, and then lets the bear almost overtake him, when he suddenly steps aside and either knifes the bear to the heart or lets the open-mouthed beast go on down the hill, heels over head.
The fat editor turned his face toward me, and it was pale. “What! Lie down and be eaten up while you lie there and kick up your heels and enjoy yourself? Never. We will die together!” he shouted.
He started for me as fast as his short legs would allow. The bear struck at him with her long, rattling31 claws. He landed far below me, and when he got up he hardly knew where he was or what he was. His clothes were in shreds32, the back and bottom parts of them. The bear caught at his trout and was gone in an instant back with her two little cubs, and a moment later the little family had dined and was away, over the hill. She was a cinnamon bear, not much bigger than a big, yellow dog, and almost as lean and mean and hungry as any wolf could possibly be. We helped our inexperienced little friend slowly down to camp, forgetting all about the bacon and the fish till we came to the little board house, where we had coffee. Of course the editor could not go to the table now. He leaned, or rather sat, against a pine, drank copious33 cups of coffee and watched the stars, while I heaped up great piles of leaves and built a big fire, and so night rolled by in all her starry34 splendor35 as the men slept soundly all about beneath the lordly pines. But alas36 for the fat little editor; he did not like the scenery, and he would not stay. We saw him to the station on his way back to his little sanctum. He said he was satisfied. He had seen the “bar.” His last words were, as he pulled himself close together in a modest corner in the car and smiled feebly: “Say, boys, you won’t let it get in the papers, will you?”
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1 perpendicular | |
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adj.阴沉的,凄凉的,令人忧郁的,差劲的 | |
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6 battered | |
adj.磨损的;v.连续猛击;磨损 | |
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n.标准,票面价值,平均数量;adj.票面的,平常的,标准的 | |
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adj.酷热的,炽热的,似烧的v.(用火)烤(焙、炙等)( broil的现在分词 );使卷入争吵;使混乱;被烤(或炙) | |
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n.圆锥体,圆锥形东西,球果 | |
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n.山峡,峡谷( gorge的名词复数 );咽喉v.(用食物把自己)塞饱,填饱( gorge的第三人称单数 );作呕 | |
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