the faith of men-第2章

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stretched　a　TERRA　INCOGNITA　into　which　vastness　few　men　have

strayed　and　fewer　emerged。　　〃I　was　in　camp　one　day　with　Klooch。

Klooch　was　as　handsome　a　little　KAMOOKS　as　ever　whined　betwixt　the

traces　or　shoved　nose　into　a　camp　kettle。　　Her　father　was　a　full…

blood　Malemute　from　Russian　Pastilik　on　Bering　Sea；　and　I　bred　her；

and　with　understanding；　out　of　a　clean…legged　bitch　of　the　Hudson

Bay　stock。　　I　tell　you；　O　man；　she　was　a　corker　combination。　　And

now；　on　this　day　I　have　in　mind；　she　was　brought　to　pup　through　a

pure　wild　wolf　of　the　woodsgrey；　and　long　of　limb；　with　big　lungs

and　no　end　of　staying　powers。　　Say！　　Was　there　ever　the　like？　　It

was　a　new　breed　of　dog　I　had　started；　and　I　could　look　forward　to

big　things。



〃As　I　have　said；　she　was　brought　neatly　to　pup；　and　safely

delivered。　　I　was　squatting　on　my　hams　over　the　litterseven

sturdy；　blind　little　beggarswhen　from　behind　came　a　bray　of

trumpets　and　crash　of　brass。　　There　was　a　rush；　like　the　wind…

squall　that　kicks　the　heels　of　the　rain；　and　I　was　midway　to　my

feet　when　knocked　flat　on　my　face。　　At　the　same　instant　I　heard

Klooch　sigh；　very　much　as　a　man　does　when　you've　planted　your　fist

in　his　belly。　　You　can　stake　your　sack　I　lay　quiet；　but　I　twisted

my　head　around　and　saw　a　huge　bulk　swaying　above　me。　　Then　the　blue

sky　flashed　into　view　and　I　got　to　my　feet。　　A　hairy　mountain　of

flesh　was　just　disappearing　in　the　underbrush　on　the　edge　of　the

open。　　I　caught　a　rear…end　glimpse；　with　a　stiff　tail；　as　big　in

girth　as　my　body；　standing　out　straight　behind。　　The　next　second

only　a　tremendous　hole　remained　in　the　thicket；　though　I　could

still　hear　the　sounds　as　of　a　tornado　dying　quickly　away；

underbrush　ripping　and　tearing；　and　trees　snapping　and　crashing。



〃I　cast　about　for　my　rifle。　　It　had　been　lying　on　the　ground　with

the　muzzle　against　a　log；　but　now　the　stock　was　smashed；　the　barrel

out　of　line；　and　the　working…gear　in　a　thousand　bits。　　Then　I

looked　for　the　slut；　andand　what　do　you　suppose？〃



I　shook　my　head。



〃May　my　soul　burn　in　a　thousand　hells　if　there　was　anything　left　of

her！　　Klooch；　the　seven　sturdy；　blind　little　beggarsgone；　all

gone。　　Where　she　had　stretched　was　a　slimy；　bloody　depression　in

the　soft　earth；　all　of　a　yard　in　diameter；　and　around　the　edges　a

few　scattered　hairs。〃



I　measured　three　feet　on　the　snow；　threw　about　it　a　circle；　and

glanced　at　Nimrod。



〃The　beast　was　thirty　long　and　twenty　high；〃　he　answered；　〃and　its

tusks　scaled　over　six　times　three　feet。　　I　couldn't　believe；

myself；　at　the　time；　for　all　that　it　had　just　happened。　　But　if　my

senses　had　played　me；　there　was　the　broken　gun　and　the　hole　in　the

brush。　　And　there　wasor；　rather；　there　was　notKlooch　and　the

pups。　　O　man；　it　makes　me　hot　all　over　now　when　I　think　of　it

Klooch！　　Another　Eve！　　The　mother　of　a　new　race！　　And　a　rampaging；

ranting；　old　bull　mammoth；　like　a　second　flood；　wiping　them；　root

and　branch；　off　the　face　of　the　earth！　　Do　you　wonder　that　the

blood…soaked　earth　cried　out　to　high　God？　　Or　that　I　grabbed　the

hand…axe　and　took　the　trail？〃



〃The　hand…axe？〃　I　exclaimed；　startled　out　of　myself　by　the　picture。

〃The　hand…axe；　and　a　big　bull　mammoth；　thirty　feet　long；　twenty

feet〃



Nimrod　joined　me　in　my　merriment；　chuckling　gleefully。　　〃Wouldn't

it　kill　you？〃　he　cried。　　〃Wasn't　it　a　beaver's　dream？　　Many's　the

time　I've　laughed　about　it　since；　but　at　the　time　it　was　no

laughing　matter；　I　was　that　danged　mad；　what　of　the　gun　and　Klooch。

Think　of　it；　O　man！　　A　brand…new；　unclassified；　uncopyrighted

breed；　and　wiped　out　before　ever　it　opened　its　eyes　or　took　out　its

intention　papers！　　Well；　so　be　it。　　Life's　full　of　disappointments；

and　rightly　so。　　Meat　is　best　after　a　famine；　and　a　bed　soft　after

a　hard　trail。



〃As　I　was　saying；　I　took　out　after　the　beast　with　the　hand…axe；　and

hung　to　its　heels　down　the　valley；　but　when　he　circled　back　toward

the　head；　I　was　left　winded　at　the　lower　end。　　Speaking　of　grub；　I

might　as　well　stop　long　enough　to　explain　a　couple　of　points。　　Up

thereabouts；　in　the　midst　of　the　mountains；　is　an　almighty　curious

formation。　　There　is　no　end　of　little　valleys；　each　like　the　other

much　as　peas　in　a　pod；　and　all　neatly　tucked　away　with　straight；

rocky　walls　rising　on　all　sides。　　And　at　the　lower　ends　are　always

small　openings　where　the　drainage　or　glaciers　must　have　broken　out。

The　only　way　in　is　through　these　mouths；　and　they　are　all　small；

and　some　smaller　than　others。　　As　to　grubyou've　slushed　around　on

the　rain…soaked　islands　of　the　Alaskan　coast　down　Sitka　way；　most

likely；　seeing　as　you're　a　traveller。　　And　you　know　how　stuff　grows

therebig；　and　juicy；　and　jungly。　　Well；　that's　the　way　it　was

with　those　valleys。　　Thick；　rich　soil；　with　ferns　and　grasses　and

such　things　in　patches　higher　than　your　head。　　Rain　three　days　out

of　four　during　the　summer　months；　and　food　in　them　for　a　thousand

mammoths；　to　say　nothing　of　small　game　for　man。



〃But　to　get　back。　　Down　at　the　lower　end　of　the　valley　I　got　winded

and　gave　over。　　I　began　to　speculate；　for　when　my　wind　left　me　my

dander　got　hotter　and　hotter；　and　I　knew　I'd　never　know　peace　of

mind　till　I　dined　on　roasted　mammoth…foot。　　And　I　knew；　also；　that

that　stood　for　SKOOKUM　MAMOOK　PUKAPUKexcuse　Chinook；　I　mean　there

was　a　big　fight　coming。　　Now　the　mouth　of　my　valley　was　very

narrow；　and　the　walls　steep。　　High　up　on　one　side　was　one　of　those

big　pivot　rocks；　or　balancing　rocks；　as　some　call　them；　weighing

all　of　a　couple　of　hundred　tons。　　Just　the　thing。　　I　hit　back　for

camp；　keeping　an　eye　open　so　the　bull　couldn't　slip　past；　and　got

my　ammunition。　　It　wasn't　worth　anything　with　the　rifle　smashed；　so

I　opened　the　shells；　planted　the　powder　under　the　rock；　and　touched

it　off　with　slow　fuse。　　Wasn't　much　of　a　charge；　but　the　old

boulder　tilted　up　lazily　and　dropped　down　into　place；　with　just

space　enough　to　let　the　creek　drain　nicely。　　Now　I　had　him。〃



〃But　how　did　you　have　him？〃　I　queried。　　〃Who　ever　heard　of　a　man

killing　a　mammoth　with　a　hand…axe？　　And；　for　that　matter；　with

anything　else？〃



〃O　man；　have　I　not　told　you　I　was　mad？〃　Nimrod　replied；　with　a

slight　manifestation　of　sensitiveness。　　〃Mad　clean　through；　what　of

Klooch　and　the　gun。　　Also；　was　I　not　a　hunter？　　And　was　this　not

new　and　most　unusual　game？　　A　hand…axe？　　Pish！　　I　did　not　need　it。

Listen；　and　you　shall　hear　of　a　hunt；　such　as　might　have　happened

in　the　youth　of　the　world　when　cavemen　rounded　up　the　kill　with

hand…axe　of　stone。　　Such　would　have　served　me　as　well。　　Now　is　it

not　a　fact　that　man　can　outwalk　the　dog　or　horse？　　That　he　can　wear

them　out　with　the　intelligence　of　his　endurance？〃



I　nodded。



〃Well？〃



The　light　broke　in　on　me；　and　I　bade　him　continue。



〃My　valley　was　perhaps　five　miles　around。　　The　mouth　was　closed。

There　was　no　way　to　get　out。　　A　timid　beast　was　that　bull　mammoth；

and　I　had　him　at　my　mercy。　　I　got　on　his　heels　again　hollered　like

a　fiend；　pelted　him　with　cobbles；　and　raced　him　around　the　valley

three　times　before　I　knocked　off　for　supper。　　Don't　you　see？　　A

race…course！　　A　man　and　a　mammoth！　　A　hippodrome；　with　sun；　moon；

and　stars　to　referee！



〃It　took　me　two　months　to　do　it；　but　I　did　it。　　And　that's　no

beaver　dream。　　Round　and　round　I　ran　him；　me　travelling　on　the

inner　circle；　eating　jerked　meat　and　salmon　berries　on　the　run；　and

snatching　winks　of　sleep　between。　　Of　course；　he'd　get　desperate　at

times　and　turn。　　Then　I'd　head　for　soft　ground　where　the　creek

spread　out；　and　lay　anathema　upon　him　and　his　ancestry；　and　dare

him　to　come　on。　　But　he　was　too　wise　to　bog　in　a　mud　puddle。　　Once

he　pinned　me　in　against　the　walls；　and　I　crawled　back　into　a　deep

crevice　and　waited。　　Whenever　he　felt　for　me　with　his　trunk；　I'd

belt　him　with　the　hand…axe　till　he　pulled　out；　shrieking　fit　to

split　my　ear　drums；　he　was　that　mad。　　He　knew　he　had　me　and　didn't

have　me；　and　it　near　drove　him　wild。　　But　he　was　no　man's　fool。　　He

knew　he　was　safe　as　long　as　I　stayed　in　the　crevice；　and　he　made　up

his　mind　to　keep　me　there。　　And　he　was　dead　right；　only　he　hadn't

figured　on　the　commissary。　　There　was　neither　grub　nor　water　around

that　spot；　so　on　the　face　of　it　he　couldn't　keep　up　the　siege。

He'd　stand　before　the　opening　for　hours；　keeping　an　eye　on　me　and

flapping　mosquitoes　away　with　his　big　blanket　ears。　　Then　the

thirst　would　come　on　him　and　he'd　ramp　round　and　roar　till　the

earth　shook；　calling　me　every　name　he　could　lay　tongue　to。　　This

was　to　frighten　me；　of　course；　and　when　he　thought　I　was

sufficiently　impressed；　he'd　back　away　softly　and　try　to　make　a

sneak　for　the　creek。　　Sometimes　I'd　let　him　get　almost　thereonly

a　couple　of　hundred　yards　away　it　waswhen　out　I'd　pop　and　back

he'd　come；　lumbering　along　like　the　old　landslide　he　was。　　After

I'd　done　this　a　few　times；　and　he'd　figured　it　out；　he　changed　his

tactics。　　Grasped　the　time　element；　you　see。　　Without　a　word　of

warning；　away　he'd　go；　tearing　for　the　water　like　mad；　scheming　to

get　there　and　back　before　I　ran　away。　　Finally；　after　cursing　me

most　horribly；　he　raised　the　siege　and　deliberately　stalked　off　to

the　water…hole。



〃That　was　the　only　time　he　penned　me；three　days　of　it；but　after

that　the　hippodrome　never　stopped。　　Round；　and　round；　and　round；

like　a　six　days'　go…as…I…please；　for　he　never　pleased。　　My　clothes

went　to　rags　and　tatters；　but　I　never　stopped　to　mend；　till　at　last

I　ran　naked　as　a　son　of　earth；　with　nothing　but　the　old　hand…axe　in

one　hand　and　a　cobble　in　the　other。　　In　fact；　I　never　stopped；　save

for　peeps　of　sleep　in　the　crannies　and　ledges　of　the　cliffs。　　As

for　the　bull；　he　got　perceptibly　thinner　and　thinnermust　have

lost　several　tons　at　leastand　as　nervous　as　a　schoolmarm　on　the

wrong　side　of　matrimony。　　When　I'd　come　up　with　him　and　yell；　or

lain　him　with　a　rock　at　long　range；　he'd　jump　like　a　skittish　colt

and　tremble　all　over。　　Then　he'd　pull　out　on　the　run；　tail　and

trunk　waving　stiff；　head　over　one　shoulder　and　wicked　eyes　blazing；

and　the　way　he'd　swear　at　me　was　something　dreadful。　　A　most

immoral　beast　he　was；　a　murderer；　and　a　blasphemer。



〃But　towards　the　end　he　quit　all　this；　and　fell　to　whimpering　and

crying　like　a　baby。　　His　spirit　broke　and　he　became　a　quivering

jelly…mountain　of　misery。　　He'd　get　attacks　of　palpitation　of　the

heart；　and　stagger　around　like　a　drunken　man；　and　fall　down　and

bark　his　shins。　　And　then　he'd　cry；　but　always　on　the　run。　　O　man；

the　gods　themselves　would　have　wept　with　him；　and　you　yourself　or

any　other　man。　　It　was　pitiful；　and　there　was　so　I　much　of　it；　but

I　only　hardened　my　heart　and　hit　up　the　pace。　　At　last　I　wore　him

clean　out；　and　he　lay　down；　broken…winded；　broken…hearted；　hungry；

and　thirsty。　　When　I　found　he　wouldn't　budge；　I　hamstrung　him；　and

spent　the　better　part　of　the　day　wading　into　him　with　the　hand…axe；

he　a…s