To rise after a shivery night, into the crisp dawn which once or twice
glinted upon a film of ice formed in the water buckets; to herd the
stiffened animals and place them convenient; to swallow our hot coffee and
our pork and beans, and flapjacks when the cooks were in the humor; to
hook the teams to the wagons and break corral, and amidst cracking of
lashes stretch out into column, then to lurch and groan onward, at snail's
pace, through the constantly increasing day until soon we also were wrung
and parched by a relentless heat succeeding the frosty night.
The sleeping beauties of the realm were ever farther removed. In the
distances they awaited, luring with promise of magic-invested azure
battlements, languid reds and yellows like tapestry, and patches of liquid
blue and dazzling snowy white, canopied by a soft, luxurious sky. But when
we arrived, near spent, the battlements were only isolated sandstone
outcrops inhabited by rattlesnakes, the reds and yellows were sun-baked
soil as hard, the liquid blue was poisonous, stagnant sinks, the snow
patches were soda and bitter alkali, the luxurious sky was the same old
white-hot dome, reflecting the blazing sun upon the fuming earth.
Then at sunset we made corral; against theft, when near the grade; against
Indians and pillage when out from the grade, with the animals under herd
guard. There were fires, there was singing at the Mormon camp, there was
the heavy sleep beneath blanket and buffalo robe, through the biting chill
of a breezeless night, the ground a welcomed bed, the stars vigilant from
horizon to horizon, the wolves stalking and bickering like avid ghouls.
So we dulled to the falsity of the desert and the drudgery of the trail;
and as the grading camps became less frequent the men grew riper for any
diversion. That My Lady and Daniel and I were to furnish it seemed to be
generally accepted. Here were the time-old elements: two men, one
woman--elements so constituted that in other situation they might have
brought comedy but upon such a trail must and should pronounce for
tragedy, at least for true melodrama.
Besides, I was expected to uphold the honor of our Gentile mess along with
my own honor. That was demanded; ever offered in cajolery to encourage my
pistol practice. I was, in short, "elected," by an obsession equal to a
conviction; and what with her insistently obtruded as a bonus I never was
permitted to lose sight of the ghastly prize of skill added to merit.
At first the matter had disturbed and horrified me mightily, to the extent
that I anticipated evading the issue while preparing against it. Surely
this was the current of a prankish dream. And dreams I had--frightfully
tumultuous dreams, of red anger and redder blood, sometimes my own blood,
sometimes another's; dreams from which I awakened drenched in cold
nightmare sweat.
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