desert gold-第2节
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walk along the stream bed。 Cameron； at first amused； then amazed； then pitying； and at last curious； kept pace with the prospector。 He saw a strong tension of his comrade's wrists； as if he was holding hard against a considerable force。 The end of the peach branch began to quiver and turn。 Cameron reached out a hand to touch it； and was astounded at feeling a powerful vibrant force pulling the branch downward。 He felt it as a magnetic shock。 The branch kept turning； and at length pointed to the ground。
〃Dig here；〃 said the prospector。
〃What！〃 ejaculated Cameron。 Had the man lost his mind？
Then Cameron stood by while his comrade dug in the sand。 Three feet he dugfourfive； and the sand grew dark； then moist。 At six feet water began to seep through。
〃Get the little basket in my pack；〃 he said。
Cameron complied； and saw his comrade drop the basket into the deep hole； where it kept the sides from caving in and allowed the water to seep through。 While Cameron watched； the basket filled。 Of all the strange incidents of his desert career this was the strangest。 Curiously he picked up the peach branch and held it as he had seen it held。 The thing； however； was dead in his hands。
〃I see you haven't got it；〃 remarked his comrade。 〃Few men have。〃
〃Got what？〃 demanded Cameron。
〃A power to find water that way。 Back in Illinois an old German used to do that to locate wells。 He showed me I had the same power。 I can't explain。 But you needn't look so dumfounded。 There's nothing supernatural about it。〃
〃You mean it's a simple factthat some men have a magnetism； a force or power to find water as you did？〃
〃Yes。 It's not unusual on the farms back in Illinois； Ohio； Pennsylvania。 The old German I spoke of made money traveling round with his peach fork。〃
〃What a gift for a man in the desert！〃
Cameron's comrade smiledthe second time in all those days。
They entered a region where mineral abounded； and their march became slower。 Generally they took the course of a wash； one on each side； and let the burros travel leisurely along nipping at the bleached blades of scant grass； or at sage or cactus； while they searched in the canyons and under the ledges for signs of gold。 When they found any rock that hinted of gold they picked off a piece and gave it a chemical test。 The search was fascinating。 They interspersed the work with long； restful moments when they looked afar down the vast reaches and smoky shingles to the line of dim mountains。 Some impelling desire； not all the lure of gold； took them to the top of mesas and escarpments； and here； when they had dug and picked； they rested and gazed out at the wide prospect。 Then； as the sun lost its heat and sank lowering to dent its red disk behind far…distant spurs； they halted in a shady canyon or likely spot in a dry wash and tried for water。 When they found it they unpacked； gave drink to the tired burros； and turned them loose。 Dead mesquite served for the campfire。 While the strange twilight deepened into weird night they sat propped against stones； with eyes on the dying embers of the fire； and soon they lay on the sand with the light of white stars on their dark faces。
Each succeeding day and night Cameron felt himself more and more drawn to this strange man。 He found that after hours of burning toil he had insensibly grown nearer to his comrade。 He reflected that after a few weeks in the desert he had always become a different man。 In civilization； in the rough mining camps； he had been a prey to unrest and gloom。 but once down on the great billowing sweep of this lonely world； he could look into his unquiet soul without bitterness。 Did not the desert magnify men？ Cameron believed that wild men in wild places； fighting cold； heat； starvation； thirst； barrenness； facing the elements in all their ferocity； usually retrograded； descended to the savage； lost all heart and soul and became mere brutes。 Likewise he believed that men wandering or lost in the wilderness often reversed that brutal order of life and became noble； wonderful； super…human。 So now he did not marvel at a slow stir stealing warmer along his veins； and at the premonition that perhaps he and this man； alone on the desert； driven there by life's mysterious and remorseless motive； were to see each other through God's eyes。
His companion was one who thought of himself last。 It humiliated Cameron that in spite of growing keenness he could not hinder him from doing more than an equal share of the day's work。 The man was mild； gentle； quiet； mostly silent； yet under all his softness he seemed to be mad of the fiber of steel。 Cameron could not thwart him。 Moreover； he appeared to want to find gold for Cameron； not for himself。 Cameron's hands always trembled at the turning of rock that promised gold； he had enough of the prospector's passion for fortune to thrill at the chance of a strike。 But the other never showed the least trace of excitement。
One night they were encamped at the head of a canyon。 They day had been exceedingly hot； and long after sundown the radiation of heat from the rocks persisted。 A desert bird whistled a wild； melancholy note from a dark cliff； and a distant coyote wailed mournfully。 The stars shone white until the huge moon rose to burn out all their whiteness。 And on this night Cameron watched his comrade； and yielded to interest he had not heretofore voiced。
〃Pardner； what drives you into the desert？〃
〃Do I seem to be a driven man？〃
〃No。 but I feel it。 Do you come to forget？〃
〃Yes。〃
〃Ah！〃 softly exclaimed Cameron。 Always he seemed to have known that。 He said no more。 He watched the old man rise and begin his nightly pace to and fro； up and down。 With slow； soft tread； forward and back； tirelessly and ceaselessly； he paced that beat。 He did not look up at the stars or follow the radiant track of the moon along the canyon ramparts。 He hung his head。 He was lost in another world。 It was a world which the lonely desert made real。 He looked a dark； sad； plodding figure； and somehow impressed Cameron with the helplessness of men。
Cameron grew acutely conscious of the pang in his own breast； of the fire in his heart； the strife and torment of his passion…driven soul。 He had come into the desert to remember a woman。 She appeared to him then as she had looked when first she entered his lifea golden…haired girl； blue…eyed； white…skinned； red…lipped； tall and slender and beautiful。 He had never forgotten； and an old； sickening remorse knocked at his heart。 He rose and climbed out of the canyon and to the top of a mesa； where he paced to and fro and looked down into the weird and mystic shadows； like the darkness of his passion； and farther on down the moon track and the glittering stretches that vanished in the cold； blue horizon。 The moon soared radiant and calm； the white stars shone serene。 The vault of heaven seemed illimitable and divine。 The desert surrounded him； silver…streaked and black…mantled； a chaos of rock and sand； silent； austere； ancient； always waiting。 It spoke to Cameron。 It was a naked corpse； but it had a soul。 In that wild solitude the white stars looked down upon him pitilessly and pityingly。 They had shone upon a desert that might once have been alive and was now dead； and might again throb with life； only to die。 It was a terrible ordeal for him to stand along and realize that he was only a man facing eternity。 But that was what gave him strength to endure。 Somehow he was a part of it all； some atom in that vastness； somehow necessary to an inscrutable purpose； something indestructible in that desolate world of ruin and death and decay； something perishable and changeable and growing under all the fixity of heaven。 In that endless； silent hall of desert there was a spirit； and Cameron felt hovering near him what he imagined to be phantoms of peace。
He returned to camp and sought his comrade。
〃I reckon we're two of a kind；〃 he said。 〃It was a woman who drove me into the desert。 But I come to remember。 The desert's the only place I can to that。〃
〃Was she your wife？〃 asked the elder man。
〃No。〃
A long silence ensued。 A cool wind blew up the canyon； sifting the sand through the dry sage； driving away the last of the lingering heat。 The campfire wore down to a ruddy ashen heap。
〃I had a daughter；〃 said Cameron's comrade。 〃She lost her mother at birth。 And II didn't know how to bring up a girl。 She was pretty and gay。 It was thethe old story。〃
His words were peculiarly significant to Cameron。 They distressed him。 He had been wrapped up in his remorse。 If ever in the past he had thought of any one connected with the girl he had wronged he had long forgotten。 But the consequences of such wrong were far…reaching。 They struck at the roots of a home。 Here in the desert he was confronted by the spectacle of a splendid man； a father； wasting his life because he could not forgetbecause there was nothing left to live for。 Cameron understood better now why his comrade was drawn by the desert。
〃Well； tell me more？〃 asked Cameron； earnestly。
〃It was the old； old story。 My girl was pretty and free。 The young bucks ran after her。 I guess she did not run away
