september - october - Fort Sill
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GUNS ON THE MOUNTAIN<br />
eternity on the back of an avalanche. They began to feel a peculiar tingling<br />
sensation in the soles of their feet. When they encountered this sensation<br />
they drew back to a respectful distance from the edge and looked<br />
elsewhere.<br />
Their eyes were drawn to the mountain across the pass and they<br />
remembered three comrades, slain on its slopes the year before. They<br />
began to trace routes with index fingers. Far to the west the sea gleamed<br />
under the afternoon sun. A liner was hastening along the coast making for<br />
the great bay to the south. Such was the distance that it appeared to be but a<br />
chip, lying motionless on the water.<br />
When they had come thus far, the men were encouraged. They had risen<br />
eleven hundred feet above the pass. The mountain had tried to trap them in<br />
its fissures, had bombarded them with its boulders and had appealed to its<br />
ally, the sun. Nevertheless, they were here. They considered that they had<br />
passed the first line of defense and began to move the guns around the lip<br />
of the crater.<br />
The mountain now opposed an entanglement of gnarled, tough trees,<br />
enlaced with wiry creepers. As an example of the elastic defense, it could<br />
not be surpassed. One penetrated a few steps and was stopped, involved by<br />
a hundred clinging vines, too strong to break, too nonresistant to suffer<br />
from an axe. To counter this defense, the men produced bolos. They were<br />
not the ponderous bolos issued by a ponderous bureatt. These the men used<br />
cheerfully to split firewood, open cans or dig holes in the ground. For the<br />
jungle, they preferred their own slim, light blades, beautifully balanced and<br />
whetted like a razor. These implements are the open sesame to the jungle.<br />
The boloman flourishes his weapon once, twice, thrice, and the way falls<br />
open before him. To one who has thrashed about unavailingly, it comes as<br />
a sort of wizardry.<br />
Presently they approached the first cliff. The men spread along the foot of<br />
it seeking a breach but found none. They scattered and there was heard the<br />
swish of falling saplings. Leaning these against the cliff they lashed them<br />
with ropes and, with dexterous strokes of their bolos, notched them. In the<br />
notches were laid other saplings which were made fast in their turn. They<br />
worked deftly and when they were finished the wide ladder stood as solidly<br />
as if made of steel. It was amazing to see what they did with bits of hemp.<br />
When the ladder was finished the guns surmounted the cliff. At this<br />
point the mountain seemed to feel that there existed an emergency and<br />
it called upon the raingod who dwelt among the peaks. Clouds began to<br />
play about the buttresses of the mountain.<br />
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