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The Enchanted Bluff







We had our swim before sundown察and while we were cooking our



supper the oblique rays of light made a dazzling glare on the white



sand about us。  The translucent red ball itself sank behind the



brown stretches of cornfield as we sat down to eat察and the warm



layer of air that had rested over the water and our clean sand bar



grew fresher and smelled of the rank ironweed and sunflowers



growing on the flatter shore。  The river was brown and sluggish



like any other of the half´dozen streams that water the Nebraska



corn lands。  On one shore was an irregular line of bald clay bluffs



where a few scrub oaks with thick trunks and flat察twisted tops



threw light shadows on the long grass。  The western shore was low



and level察with cornfields that stretched to the skyline察and all



along the water's edge were little sandy coves and beaches where



slim cottonwoods and willow saplings flickered。







The turbulence of the river in springtime discouraged milling



and察beyond keeping the old red bridge in repair察the busy farmers



did not concern themselves with the stream察so the Sandtown boys



were left in undisputed possession。  In the autumn we hunted quail



through the miles of stubble and fodder land along the flat shore



and察after the winter skating season was over and the ice had gone



out察the spring freshets and flooded bottoms gave us our great



excitement of the year。  The channel was never the same for two



successive seasons。  Every spring the swollen stream undermined a



bluff to the east察or bit out a few acres of cornfield to the west



and whirled the soil away察to deposit it in spumy mud banks



somewhere else。  When the water fell low in midsummer察new sand



bars were thus exposed to dry and whiten in the August sun。



Sometimes these were banked so firmly that the fury of the next



freshet failed to unseat them察the little willow seedlings emerged



triumphantly from the yellow froth察broke into spring leaf察shot up



into summer growth察and with their mesh of roots bound together the



moist sand beneath them against the batterings of another April。 



Here and there a cottonwood soon glittered among them察quivering in



the low current of air that察even on breathless days when the dust



hung like smoke above the wagon road察trembled along the face of



the water。







It was on such an island察in the third summer of its yellow



green察that we built our watch fire察not in the thicket of dancing



willow wands察but on the level terrace of fine sand which had been



added that spring察a little new bit of world察beautifully ridged



with ripple marks察and strewn with the tiny skeletons of turtles



and fish察all as white and dry as if they had been expertly cured。 



We had been careful not to mar the freshness of the place察although



we often swam to it on summer evenings and lay on the sand to rest。







This was our last watch fire of the year察and there were



reasons why I should remember it better than any of the others。 



Next week the other boys were to file back to their old places in



the Sandtown High School察but I was to go up to the Divide to teach



my first country school in the Norwegian district。  I was already



homesick at the thought of quitting the boys with whom I had always



played察of leaving the river察and going up into a windy plain that



was all windmills and cornfields and big pastures察where there was



nothing wilful or unmanageable in the landscape察no new islands



and no chance of unfamiliar birdssuch as often followed the



watercourses。







Other boys came and went and used the river for fishing or



skating察but we six were sworn to the spirit of the stream察and we



were friends mainly because of the river。  There were the two



Hassler boys察Fritz and Otto察sons of the little German tailor。 



They were the youngest of us察ragged boys of ten and twelve察with



sunburned hair察weather´stained faces察and pale blue eyes。  Otto



the elder察was the best mathematician in school察and clever



at his books察but he always dropped out in the spring term as if



the river could not get on without him。  He and Fritz caught the



fat察horned catfish and sold them about the town察and they lived



so much in the water that they were as brown and sandy as the river



itself。







There was Percy Pound察a fat察freckled boy with chubby cheeks



who took half a dozen boys' story´papers and was always being kept



in for reading detective stories behind his desk。  There was Tip



Smith察destined by his freckles and red hair to be the buffoon in



all our games察though he walked like a timid little old man and had



a funny察cracked laugh。  Tip worked hard in his father's grocery



store every afternoon察and swept it out before school in the



morning。  Even his recreations were laborious。  He collected



cigarette cards and tin tobacco´tags indefatigably察and would sit



for hours humped up over a snarling little scroll´saw which he kept



in his attic。  His dearest possessions were some little pill



bottles that purported to contain grains of wheat from the Holy



Land察water from the Jordan and the Dead Sea察and earth from the



Mount of Olives。  His father had bought these dull things from a



Baptist missionary who peddled them察and Tip seemed to derive great



satisfaction from their remote origin。







The tall boy was Arthur Adams。  He had fine hazel eves that



were almost too reflective and sympathetic for a boy察and such a



pleasant voice that we all loved to hear him read aloud。  Even when



he had to read poetry aloud at school察no one ever thought of



laughing。  To be sure察he was not at school very much of the time。 



He was seventeen and should have finished the High School the year



before察but he was always off somewhere with his gun。  Arthur's



mother was dead察and his father察who was feverishly absorbed in



promoting schemes察wanted to send the boy away to school and get



him off his hands察but Arthur always begged off for another year



and promised to study。  I remember him as a tall察brown boy with an



intelligent face察always lounging among a lot of us little fellows



laughing at us oftener than with us察but such a soft察satisfied



laugh that we felt rather flattered when we provoked it。  In



after´years people said that Arthur had been given to evil ways



as a ad察and it is true that we often saw him with the gambler's



sons and with old Spanish Fanny's boy察but if he learned anything



ugly in their company he never betrayed it to us。  We would have



followed Arthur anywhere察and I am bound to say that he led us into



no worse places than the cattail marshes and the stubble fields。 



These察then察were the boys who camped with me that summer night



upon the sand bar。







After we finished our supper we beat the willow thicket for



driftwood。  By the time we had collected enough察night had fallen



and the pungent察weedy smell from the shore increased with the



coolness。  We threw ourselves down about the fire and made another



futile effort to show Percy Pound the Little Dipper。  We had tried



it often before察but he could never be got past the big one。







;You see those three big stars just below the handle察with the



bright one in the middle拭─said Otto Hassler察 that's Orion's belt



and the bright one is the clasp。;  I crawled behind Otto's shoulder



and sighted up his arm to the star that seemed perched upon the tip



of his steady forefinger。  The Hassler boys did seine´fishing at



night察and they knew a good many stars。







Percy gave up the Little Dipper and lay back on the sand察his



hands clasped under his head。  ;I can see the North Star察─he



announced察contentedly察pointing toward it with his big toe。 



;Anyone might get lost and need to know that。;







We all looked up at it。







;How do you suppose Columbus felt when his compass didn't



point north any more拭─Tip asked。







Otto shook his head。  ;My father says that there was another



North Star once察and that maybe this one won't last always。  I



wonder what would happen to us down here if anything went wrong



with it拭







Arthur chuckled。  ;I wouldn't worry察Ott。  Nothing's apt to



happen to it in your time。  Look at the Milky Way  There must be



lots of good dead Indians。;







We lay back and looked察meditating察at the dark cover of the



world。  The gurgle of the water had become heavier。  We had often



noticed a mutinous察complaining note in it at night察quit
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