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Show ueer Hunt 6 rending the veil momentarily before we lost all but the sound as it continued smashing down the rock slide. Until we lost all except the soft sweet smell of fractured rock and broken branch. Until we lost all. And Harry shoved a bigger rock rolling, and I in frenzy heaved with my two feet together, and Dog grabbed two lesser ones, and the earth resounded with an orgy of crashing smashing; ejaculating rock splinters,.Loak branches, and mad and wild laughter; until, the moment spent, we fell back upon the earth still there. Surprised by satiety, we lay flushed by the sensuousness of us, of the flesh, and of the sun, and of the holy day. Then to avoid the silent comraderie of our eyes, our complicity. "Come on!" yelled Dog. "The day's a'wastin." "Hey!" I shouted. "Let's go see what's up higher, up in the snow." I thought of snow, of cool of white of cleansing cold slipping sharply through me like a sterile scalpel. The heat of the afternoon sun pervaded all, even so early in the year. Even so early in my life. So as if the flesh feared putrifaction from immobility, we darted from that place, scrambling up, at times on four feet, up the steep slope. As in a race or panic, we fought the dirt and rocks until we reached more level ground and once again stood upright. From here the mountain stretched up, gently at first, to snow-covered pines, but just ahead of us lay large snowbanks left by capricious and indifferent winter winds. We stared. At least a dozen deer lay dead within a hundred yards of where we stood. Only one I saw alive. A doe- almost all were does. She stood squarely in the middle of a large field of snow. A trail of mangled snow led from the eastern side directly to the center, the dead center of the snow. "ley look!" I said. |
