第52章

Nothing could disturb the sleep that fettered us, for it had been fairly earned, and if our consciences had any sins on them they had to adjourn court for that night, any way.The wind rose just as we were losing consciousness, and we were lulled to sleep by the beating of the surf upon the shore.

It is always very cold on that lake shore in the night, but we had plenty of blankets and were warm enough.We never moved a muscle all night, but waked at early dawn in the original positions, and got up at once, thoroughly refreshed, free from soreness, and brim full of friskiness.

There is no end of wholesome medicine in such an experience.That morning we could have whipped ten such people as we were the day before--sick ones at any rate.But the world is slow, and people will go to "water cures" and "movement cures" and to foreign lands for health.

Three months of camp life on Lake Tahoe would restore an Egyptian mummy to his pristine vigor, and give him an appetite like an alligator.I do not mean the oldest and driest mummies, of course, but the fresher ones.

The air up there in the clouds is very pure and fine, bracing and delicious.And why shouldn't it be?--it is the same the angels breathe.

I think that hardly any amount of fatigue can be gathered together that a man cannot sleep off in one night on the sand by its side.Not under a roof, but under the sky; it seldom or never rains there in the summer time.I know a man who went there to die.But he made a failure of it.

He was a skeleton when he came, and could barely stand.He had no appetite, and did nothing but read tracts and reflect on the future.

Three months later he was sleeping out of doors regularly, eating all he could hold, three times a day, and chasing game over mountains three thousand feet high for recreation.And he was a skeleton no longer, but weighed part of a ton.This is no fancy sketch, but the truth.His disease was consumption.I confidently commend his experience to other skeletons.

I superintended again, and as soon as we had eaten breakfast we got in the boat and skirted along the lake shore about three miles and disembarked.We liked the appearance of the place, and so we claimed some three hundred acres of it and stuck our "notices" on a tree.It was yellow pine timber land--a dense forest of trees a hundred feet high and from one to five feet through at the butt.It was necessary to fence our property or we could not hold it.That is to say, it was necessary to cut down trees here and there and make them fall in such a way as to form a sort of enclosure (with pretty wide gaps in it).We cut down three trees apiece, and found it such heart-breaking work that we decided to "rest our case" on those; if they held the property, well and good; if they didn't, let the property spill out through the gaps and go; it was no use to work ourselves to death merely to save a few acres of land.

Next day we came back to build a house--for a house was also necessary, in order to hold the property.We decided to build a substantial log-house and excite the envy of the Brigade boys; but by the time we had cut and trimmed the first log it seemed unnecessary to be so elaborate, and so we concluded to build it of saplings.However, two saplings, duly cut and trimmed, compelled recognition of the fact that a still modester architecture would satisfy the law, and so we concluded to build a "brush" house.We devoted the next day to this work, but we did so much "sitting around" and discussing, that by the middle of the afternoon we had achieved only a half-way sort of affair which one of us had to watch while the other cut brush, lest if both turned our backs we might not be able to find it again, it had such a strong family resemblance to the surrounding vegetation.But we were satisfied with it.

We were land owners now, duly seized and possessed, and within the protection of the law.Therefore we decided to take up our residence on our own domain and enjoy that large sense of independence which only such an experience can bring.Late the next afternoon, after a good long rest, we sailed away from the Brigade camp with all the provisions and cooking utensils we could carry off--borrow is the more accurate word--and just as the night was falling we beached the boat at our own landing.