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Updated: June 10, 2025
The blue jays scolded harshly among the thickets, and a meadow lark perched on a black stump near at hand, warbling his throaty song. Life went on as before. "What'll we do?" Lawanne said presently. "We've got to do something." "There's not much we can do, now," Hollister replied.
And when July was on them, with hot, hazy sunshine in which berries ripened and bird and insect life filled the Toba with a twitter and a drone, when the smoke of distant forest fires drifted like pungent fog across the hills, Hollister began to wonder if the net Myra seemed unconsciously to spread for men's feet had snared another victim. This troubled him a little. He liked Lawanne.
Then on impulse he went to the door. And when he was on the threshold, Lawanne halted him. "Don't go," he said. "Stay here. I can't get my mind off this. I don't want to sit alone and think." Hollister turned back. Neither did he want to sit alone and think.
Lawanne asked at length. Hollister nodded. "Complete normal sight?" Hollister nodded again. "You don't seem overly cheerful about it," Lawanne said slowly. "You aren't stupid," Hollister replied. "Put yourself in my place." It was Lawanne's turn to indicate comprehension and assent by a nod. He looked at Hollister appraisingly, thoughtfully. "She gains the privilege of seeing again. You lose what?
And when he wanted to experience the doubtful pleasures of civilization, they would always be waiting for him outside." "If he had the price," Mills put in shortly. "Precisely," Lawanne returned, "and cared to pay it for all he got." "That's what it is to be a man and free," Myra observed. "You can go where you will and when live as you wish."
Lawanne worked upon his book, but by fits and starts, working when he did work with a feverish concentration. He had a Chinese boy for house-servant. He might be found at noon or at midnight sprawled in a chair beside a pot-bellied stove, scrawling in an ungainly hand across sheets of yellow paper. He had no set hours for work.
He was too keenly aware of a matter more vital to him than timber or money, a matter in which neither his money nor his timber counted one way or the other, and in which the human equation was everything. The steamer that took out his men brought in a letter from his wife, which Lawanne sent up by his Chinese boy. He had written to her the day before the fire broke out.
So Hollister put forth the plausible fact that he must see about his affairs and took the next steamer for the Toba. Lawanne, expecting letters, was at the float to meet the steamer. Hollister went up-stream with him. They talked very little until they reached Lawanne's cabin. There was a four-mile current to buck, and they saved their breath for the paddles.
"Oh, yes," Lawanne said absently. "I saw that. I understood. I was touched a little with the same thing myself. Only, noblesse oblige. And also I was never quite sure that what I felt for her was sympathy, or affection, or just sex. I know I can scarcely bear to think that she is dead." He leaned back in his chair and put his hands over his eyes. Hollister got up and walked to a window.
A man made plans, and they failed. He bred hope in his soul and saw it die. He longed for and sought his desires always, to see them vanish like a mirage just as they seemed within his grasp. Lawanne and Bland had gone home, dragging themselves on tired limbs. Carr's men rested where they chose.
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