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there aint no light can take hold - So I start my trudge, pack aback, just
head down following my lamp spot, head down but eyes suspiciously peering a
little up, like a man in the presence of a dangerous idiot he doesn't want
to annoy The dirt road starts up a little, curves to the right, starts down
a little, then suddenly up again, and up By now the sea roar is further back
and at one point I even stop and look back to see nothing - "I'm gonna put
out my light and see what I can see" I stay rooted to my feet where they're
rooted to that road Fat lotta good, when I put out the light I see nothing
but the dim sand at my feet. Trudging up and getting further away from the
sea roar I get to feel more confident but suddenly I come to a frightening
thing in the road, I stop and hold out my hand, edge forward, it's only a
cattle crossing (iron bars imbedded across the road) but at the same time a
big blast of wind comes from the left where the bluff should be and I spot
that way and see nothing. "What the hell's going on! " "Fol-low the road, "
says the other voice trying to be calm so I do but the next instant I hear a
rattling to my right, throw my light there, see nothing but bushes wiggling
dry and mean and just the proper high canyonwall kind of bushes fit for
rattlesnakes too - (which it was, a rattlesnake doesnt like to be awakened
in the middle of the night by a trudging humpback monster with a lamp). But
now the road's going down again, the reassuring bluff reappears on my left,
and pretty soon according to my memory of Lorry's map there she is, the
creek, I can hear her lappling and gabbing down there at the bottom of the
dark where at least I'll be on level ground and done with booming airs
somewhere above - But the closer I get to the creek as the road dips
steeply, suddenly, almost making me trot forward, the louder it roars, I
begin to think I'll fall right into it before I can notice it... It's
screaming like a raging flooded river right below me - Besides it's even
darker down there than anywhere! There are glades down there, ferns of
horror and slippery logs, mosses, dangerous plashings, humid mists rise
coldly like the breath of death, big dangerous trees are beginning to bend
over my head and brush my pack - There's a noise I know can only grow
louder as I sink down and for fear how loud it can grow I stop and listen,
it rises up crashing mysteriously at me from a raging battle among dark
things, wood or rock or something cracked, all smashed, all wet black sunken
earth danger - I'm afraid to go down there - I am affrayed in the old
Edmund Spenser sense of being frayed by a whip, and a wet one at that - A
slimy green dragon racket in the bush - An angry war that doesnt want me
pokin around - It's been there a million years and it doesnt want me
clashing darkness with it - It comes snarling from a thousand crevasses and
monster redwood roots all over the map of creation - It is a dark clangoror
in the rain forest and doesnt want no skid row bum to carry to the sea which
is bad enough and waitin back there - I can almost feel the sea pulling at
that racket in the trees but there's my spotlamp so all I gotta do is follow
the lovely sand road which dips and dips in rising carnage and suddenly a
flattening, a sight of bridge logs, there's the bridge rail, there's the
creek just four feet below, cross the bridge you woken bum and see what's on
the other shore. Take one quick peek at the water as you cross, just water
over rocks, a small creek at that.
And now before me is a dreamy meadowland with a good old corral gate
and a barbed wire fence the road running right on left but this where I get