Brogue 2007 - Belhaven College
Brogue 2007 - Belhaven College
Brogue 2007 - Belhaven College
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t h e b r o g u e<br />
The weather hadn’t been ideal, but he had made it off the mountain<br />
without much difficulty, and he was stretched out in a forest clearing that<br />
was all too familiar. The last time Carin had found him was as he was leaving<br />
on a long trek. She was seven then, and stubborn. She refused to go back.<br />
Bob knew this was impossible, even risky, but he suppressed his better judgment<br />
and let her stay with him for a while, and taught her things like how<br />
cryptogams, the lichen and liverworts and mosses, held in water like a sponge<br />
and kept the forest cool and dank for the elks and birds and slugs. He was always<br />
careful with her: he had a gentle manner with wild things, and animals<br />
weren’t afraid of him. He taught her how long ago people used to make beds<br />
out of moss, and the particular idea thrilled her, of sleeping each night on a<br />
mossy mattress and foraging for berries and mushrooms for food.<br />
“But what if they were poisonous?” she asked, skipping beside him to<br />
keep up with his long strides.<br />
“Well, they died, and people remembered this and no one else ate<br />
them.”<br />
She mulled this over and accepted it as fair. Later they lay side by side<br />
in the moss, imagining this lost world, and she told him stories from school,<br />
like the one day in first grade when a boy at her table had eaten apples seeds<br />
on a dare even though they were poisonous and he could have died.<br />
That night, Bob showed her how to build a small shelter from fir<br />
boughs, and she slept well, comforted by the closeness of the trees. The next<br />
morning they began their hike back, and he told her in no uncertain terms<br />
that she must never come and visit him again.<br />
“No,” she said.<br />
He wasn’t surprised by her reply or by her obstinacy, but he did his best<br />
to explain, “You can depend on the forest. You can depend on the forest and<br />
on yourself.”<br />
“I want to stay with you, baba-bees!” She grabbed his pants leg. He<br />
stopped walking and looked down at her, gravely.<br />
“You can’t.”<br />
“Why not!” It wasn’t a question, but he answered it anyway.<br />
“Because your parents, and lots of other people in town, think it’s<br />
strange that an old man like me is spending so much time alone with a little<br />
girl like you.”<br />
“But you’re my friend! You teach me things.” They were almost to her<br />
backyard. He picked up his pace and she tripped trying to catch up. Bob<br />
knelt down and looked her in the eyes.<br />
“Listen to me: people are hurtful. Especially when they get old. They<br />
only suspect the worst in other people. Do you know what ‘suspect’ means?”<br />
She nodded. He doubted she did, but he didn’t have time to explain, so he<br />
tried another tack.<br />
“I’m your friend right? And friends don’t get their friends into trouble,<br />
right?” He thought he heard footsteps. “Well, if you keep trying to find me,<br />
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