Oliver Drew knew that the Mona Fiesta would be held by the Showut Poche-dakas when the July moon was full. The Mona Fiesta was the tribal1 "Feast of the Dead." It was purely2 an Indian rite3, unmixed with any ceremonies incident to the feast days of the Catholic saints, as were most other celebrations. Consequently, while the whites were not definitely prohibited from being spectators, they were not invited to attend. They often went out of curiosity, Oliver had been told by Jessamy, but always they observed from a respectful distance and went unnoticed by the worshippers.
The underlying4 principle of the Feast of the Dead was ancestor worship, in which all of the Pauba Tribes were particularly devout5. Jessamy told Oliver that she had witnessed the ceremony once from a distance, but that, as it occurred at night, she had seen little of what was taking place.
Oliver had wondered that he had received no message from old Chupurosa Hatchinguish after the night of the fire dance. He was now a member of the tribe, he supposed, but all actual contact with his new-found brethren seemed to have ceased when he rode away from the fiesta. The mystery of why he was in this country hung on his connection with the Showut Poche-dakas. He was impatient to get in closer touch with the wrinkled old chief and bring matters to a head.
And now another feast day was close at hand. In two more nights a full moon would shower its radiance over the land of the Poison Oakers. He had received no word, no intimation that he would be wanted at the reservation for the Mona Fiesta. Whites were excluded, he knew; but, then, he was now a brother of the Showut Poche-dakas, and he hoped against hope that he would be commanded to appear.
But the two intervening days went by, and the evening of the celebration was at hand, with no one having arrived to bid him come.
He was seated on his little porch that evening, listening to the night sounds of chaparral and forest, as the moon edged its big round face over the hill and smiled at him. He was thinking half of Jessamy, half of an article that he had planned to write. Two fair-sized checks for previous work had reached him that week, and he was beginning to have visions of a future.
In a pine tree close at hand an owl6 asked: "Who? Who? Who—o-o-o?" in doleful tones. From a distant hilltop came the derisive7, outlaw8 laughter of coyotes. A big toad9 hopped10 on the porch, blinked at the man in the moonlight, and then started ponderously11 for his door. Oliver rose and with his foot turned him twice, but the toad corrected his course immediately and seemed determined12 to enter the house willy-nilly.
"But I don't want you in there," Oliver protested boyishly. "I might step on you in the dark, or accidentally put my hand on your old cold back."
He closed the door, and the toad hopped on the threshold, as if resolved to await his chance for a strategic entrance.
"All right," said Oliver. "Sit there! When I'm ready to go in I'll climb through a window. You are not going into that house!"
He laughed at himself. His was a lonesome life when he was not with Jessamy; and, always a lover of every living thing that God has created, he had made friends with the wild life that moved about his cabin, so that toads13 and lizards14, birds and squirrels looked to him for food and had no fear of him.
He sat puffing15 at his pipe and giving the obstinate16 toad blink for blink, when there came to his ears strange sounds from up the lonely cañon.
At first he imagined they were made by roving cattle, then he recognized the ring of shod hoofs17 on the stones in the trail. Then voices. And presently he knew that many horsemen were riding toward the cabin—a veritable cavalcade18.
He rose from his chair and stood listening, not without a feeling of apprehension19. As the concerted thudding of many hoofs drew closer and closer he ran into the cabin and strapped20 on his six-shooter. He had been at a complete loss to interpret Old Man Selden's later attitude toward him, and was wary21 of a trap. The sounds he heard could mean nothing to him except that the Poison Oakers were at last riding upon him to begin their raid.
Suddenly from the other direction came the clattering22 hoofbeats of a single galloping23 horse. Silvery under the magic light of the moon, a white horse burst into view, galloping over a little rise to the south. It carried a rider. Now came a familiar "Who-hoo!" And Jessamy Selden soon was bending from her saddle at the cabin door.
"Thank goodness, I'm in time!" she said. "I didn't know when they would start, and I waited too long."
"Oh, that's nothing! I get out of bed sometimes and saddle up for a moonlight ride. I love it."
"But—"
"Here they come! I wanted to get here ahead of them and warn you to pretend you were expecting them. You're—you're supposed to know."
"I'm supposed to know what?"
"About the Mona Fiesta. It's to be observed here on the Old Ivison Place. It always is. And—and you're supposed to know it."
"Sh! There they are! I can't explain now."
Oliver's thoughts were moving swiftly, and he did not put them aside even when he saw his gate being opened to a large company of horsemen.
"I've got you," he said. "Your little attempt at subterfuge26 has failed again. Those are the Showut Poche-dakas coming?"
"Uh-huh! I see. And you might have told me many days ago that they would come. And if that isn't so, you could have got here much earlier tonight to warn me in time. But that would have given me an opportunity to question you, and this you didn't want. So you waited till they were almost upon me, then made a Sheridan dash to warn me, when there would be no time to answer embarrassing questions. Pretty clever, sister! But you see I'm dead on to your little game."
"You're a master analyst," she praised. "I'll 'fess up. It's just as you say. You know my nature makes it necessary for me to dodge29 direct issues, where your mystery is concerned. But they're right on us—go out and meet 'em."
"You'll wait?"
"Sure."
The foremost riders of the long cavalcade were now abreast30 the cabin, and Oliver Drew stepped toward them as they halted their ponies31.
The strong light of the full moon was sufficient to reveal the wrinkled-leather skin of old Chupurosa Hatchinguish, who rode in the lead, sitting his blanketed horse as straight as a buck32 of twenty years. Oliver reached him and held out a hand.
"Welcome to the Hummingbird33," he said in Spanish.
"Greetings," returned the old man, solemnly taking the offered hand. "The July moon is in the full, brother, and I have brought the Showut Poche-dakas for the yearly Mona Fiesta to the spot where our fathers worshipped since a time when no man can remember."
Chupurosa left the blanket which he used as a saddle. It was the signal for all to dismount, and like a troop of cavalry35 the Showut Poche-dakas left their horses. They tied them to fenceposts and trees out of respect for the landowner's rights in the matter of grass.
"Is all in readiness?" asked the ancient chief.
"Er—" Oliver paused.
A hand gripped his arm. "Yes," Jessamy's voice breathed in his ear.
Jessamy then stepped forward and offered her hand to Chupurosa.
"Hello, my Hummingbird!" she caroled mischievously37 in English.
By this time the Showut Poche-dakas had formed a semicircle before the cabin.
"Let us proceed to the Mona Fiesta," said Chupurosa. "Let the son of Dan Smeed lead the way."
Over this strange new designation Oliver was given no time for thought; for instantly Jessamy laid a firm grip above his elbow and led him to the pasture gate. The Showut Poche-dakas followed at the heels of Jessamy's mare39.
"Don't worry," the girl whispered into Oliver's ear. "Nothing much will be required of you. Just try to appear as if you know all about it, and had attended to the preliminaries yourself."
She led him across the pasture in the direction from which she had ridden so unexpectedly to the cabin. They reached a little arroyo41, and down it they turned to the creekbed. They crossed the watercourse and turned down it. Presently they entered a cluster of pines and spruce trees, which was close to what Oliver called The Four Pools.
In succession, four deep depressions in the bedrock of the creekbed were ranged, and each held clear, cool water, fed by an undiscovered spring, though the creek42 proper was now entirely dry. In the bedrock about these pools Oliver had previously43 noted44 several round holes the size of a half-bushel measure. These were morteros, he knew—the mortars45 in which the California Indians pound acorns46 in the making of the dish bellota. He had often speculated on the probable antiquity47 of these morteros, and had dreamed of early-day scenes enacted48 there and about them.
There was a circular open space in the midst of the tall, whispering trees. Just above this spot, up the steep hillside, he had lain in the prospect49 hole and watched Digger Foss spying on the cabin down below, while Tommy My-Ma hid under the brush and spied on him. Into the open space in the trees the fearless girl led the way, and there in the centre of it the moonlight streaming through the branches revealed a huge pile of brush and wood, arranged as if for a great fire.
She pressed his arm, and they came to a halt. Behind them the Showut Poche-dakas halted. To Oliver's side stepped Chupurosa, and spoke50 in the tongue of the Paubas to a man at his right hand.
This man stepped to the pile of brush and wood and fired it.
As the flames leaped up and licked at the sun-dried fuel the Indians closed in, and now the light of the fire showed Oliver that there were women among their number. At the edge of the trees they formed a circle about the fire, then all of them save Chupurosa squatted51 on the ground.
And now the firelight brought something else to view. It was nothing more mysterious than a wooden drygoods box at the foot of one of the pines, and beside it stood a large red earthen olla. What these held Oliver could not see. He was puzzling over the fact that these simple arrangements had been made on his land while he sat on his porch two hundred yards away and smoked, for he had passed this spot early that evening and it had been as usual then.
The dark-skinned men and women squatted there silently about the fire, their serious black eyes blinking into it. There was something pathetic about it all. They were always so serious, so intent, so devout; and their poor, ragged52 clothes and bare feet were so evident.
"Join the circle," whispered Jessamy.
Oliver obeyed.
Then Jessamy stepped to Chupurosa, who had been gazing at her silently.
"Good-night, my Hummingbird," she said, and smiled at him.
An answering smile lighted the withered53 features, and once more the old man took the girl's slim hand in his.
He dropped it. She turned and vaulted54 into her saddle. The mare leaped away over the moonlit pasture. For a time the thudety-thud of her galloping hoofs floated back, and then came silence.
Amid a continuation of this stillness Chupurosa stepped close to the fire, now leaping high, and stretched forth55 his brown, wrinkled hands. He threw back his head and began speaking softly, directing his voice aloft. Not a word of what he said was known to Oliver. Gradually his voice rose, and his tones were guttural, growling56. His body swayed from right to left, but he kept his withered hands outstretched. Presently tears began trickling57 down his cheeks, but he continued his prayer, or address, or invocation, his tears unheeded.
Now one by one his silent listeners began to weep. They wept silently, and, but for their tears, Oliver would not have realized their deep emotion. Sometimes they rocked from side to side, but always they maintained silence and kept their tear-dimmed eyes focused on the speaker.
Abruptly58 Chupurosa came to a full stop, backed from the fire, and squatted on the ground inside the circle. No applause, not a word, no sign of any nature followed the cessation of his harangue59.
Now two young Indians led forth an old, old man. Each of them held one of his arms. He was stooped and trembly, and his feet dragged pitiably; and as he neared the fire Oliver saw that he was totally blind.
Never before in his life had the white man seen age so plainly stamped on human countenance60. Oliver had thought Chupurosa old, but he appeared as a man in the prime of life in comparison with this blind patriarch. His long hair was white as snow, and this in itself was a mark of antiquity seldom seen in the race. It was not until long afterward61 that Oliver found out that this man was a notable among the Pauba Tribes, Maquaquish by name—the oldest man among them, a seer, counsellor, and medicine man whose prophesies62 and prognostications were forceful in the regulation of a great portion of the Paubas' lives. He was bareheaded, barefooted, and wore only blue overalls63, a cloth girdle, and a coarse yellow shirt.
When at a comfortable distance from the fire the trio came to a stop. The two conductors of the pathetic blind figure knelt promptly on one knee, one on each side of him. With their bent64 knees touching65 behind him, they gently lowered him until he found the seat which their sinewy66 thighs67 had made for him. There was a few moments' silence, and then he lifted his trembling hands and began to speak.
Oliver carried no watch, and would not have had the discourtesy to consult it if he had; but he believed that Maquaquish spoke for two solid hours without pause. And all this time the two who upheld him on their knees and steadied him with their hands seemed not to move a muscle. And not a sound came from the audience beyond an occasional uncontrollable sob68. Maquaquish spoke in hushed tones that blended strangely with the night sounds of the forest. His physical attitude and his delivery were those of a story-teller rather than an orator69 or preacher; and his listeners hung on every word, their black bead70 eyes fixed71 constantly on his face.
Oliver Drew was dreaming dreams. He would have given all that he had to be able to interpret what Maquaquish was saying. What strange traditions was he recalling to their minds? What hidden chapters in the bygone history of this ancient race? Never was congregation more wrapped up in a speaker's words. Never were religious zealots more devout. Strange thoughts filled the white man's mind.
He was roused from his dreaming with a start. Maquaquish had ceased speaking, and a low chanting sounded about the fire. It grew in volume as the blind man's escort led him back to his place in the circle. It grew louder, weirder72 still, as the two who had aided the seer stepped to the drygoods box and carried it between them past the fire. As they walked with it beyond the circle every Indian rose to his feet and followed slowly. Oliver did likewise, not knowing what else to do.
On the brink73 of one of the pools the assemblage halted, the firelight playing over them. From the box its custodians74 removed bolts of cheap new calico cloth of many colours. Two of these they unwound, and laid along the ground, leading away from the edge of the chosen pool.
Then the two slipped out of their clothes and stepped naked into the water to their waists, where each laid hold of an end of a strip of calico and stood motionless.
To the edge of the moonlit pool stepped Chupurosa. He extended his hands over the water and spoke a few sonorous75 words. As his hands came down the chanting broke out anew, and now the men in the water began gathering76 in the strips of calico, washing the cloth in the water as they reeled it to them.
At last they finished. The chanting ceased. The two nude77 men carried the dripping cloth from the water in bundles. The assemblage filed back to the dying fire, all but the two who had washed the cloth.
When the Showut Poche-dakas were once more squatting78 in a circle about the blaze, one of the two, now dressed, entered the circle with the red olla filled with water from the pool. This was passed from hand to hand around the circle, and each one drank from it. When it came to Oliver he solemnly acted his part, and passed the olla to his left-hand neighbour.
As the olla finished its round, into the circle danced the two who had washed the cloth. In their arms they held bolts of dry cloth; and amid shouts and laughter they threw them into the air, while the feminine element of the tribe clutched up eagerly at them.
When the last bolt of calico had been thrown and had been captured and claimed by some delighted squaw, the assemblage, talking and laughing in an everyday manner, left the Four Pools and started back to their horses.
The Mona Fiesta was over. Symbolically79 the clothes of the dead had been washed. The Showut Poche-dakas had drunk of the water that had cleansed80 them. And this was about all that Oliver Drew ever learned of the significance of the ceremony.
At the cabin Chupurosa waited on his horse until his tribesmen had all ridden through the gate. Then he leaned over and spoke to Oliver.
"When a year has passed," he said, "and the same moon which we see tonight again looks down upon us, the Showut Poche-dakas will once more wash the clothes of the dead and drink of the water. I enjoin81 thee, Watchman of the Dead, to have all in readiness once more, as thou hadst tonight. Adios, Watchman of the Dead!"
And he rode off slowly through the moonlight.
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v.像动物一样蹲下( squat的现在分词 );非法擅自占用(土地或房屋);为获得其所有权;而占用某片公共用地。 | |
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79 symbolically | |
ad.象征地,象征性地 | |
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80 cleansed | |
弄干净,清洗( cleanse的过去式和过去分词 ) | |
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81 enjoin | |
v.命令;吩咐;禁止 | |
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