10 Bando Finds Some Old Adirondack Furniture

Chapter 10 IN WHICH Bando Finds Some Old Adirondack Furniture At dawn we return our campsite pretty much to its original pristine appearance and walk on down the brook. Shortly we are out of the forest and standing in a field. A large farm lies in the valley below. "We've lost Alice's trail somewhere," I say. "If I were her, I would not go down through a farm with a pig on a leash." "I would," Bando says. "There's a corncrib down there. Pigs like corn, you know." We look at each other as the same thought strikes us. Alice has already been to the farm. About a hundred yards back we had noticed several corncobs along the shore of Fitches Brook. Still unaccustomed to thinking like a pig, we had agreed that raccoons had been at work on some farmer's crop.

第十章 班多找到了一些阿迪朗达克旧家具 黎明时分，我们把营地差不多恢复成原本整洁的样貌，沿着小溪继续往下走 没过多久我们就走出森林，站在了一片原野上 下方山谷里坐落着一座大农场 "我们在哪把爱丽丝的踪迹弄丢了，"我说 "要是换作我，我才不会牵着猪穿过农场呢" "我会呀，"班多说道 "那儿下面有个玉米仓 猪最爱吃玉米啦，你知道的。" 我们不约而同想到一块去，对视了一眼 爱丽丝早就去过那个农场了 往回一百码左右，我们之前就注意到菲奇溪岸边散落着好几个玉米芯 那时候我们还不习惯像猪一样思考，都觉得是浣熊弄坏了农夫的庄稼

Back we go, avalanching rocks as we scramble up the shaley streambed and arrive at the embankment where we had seen an ear of corn. It's gone. I am searching upstream for it and any others when Bando calls. He is pointing to the stream bank. Four corncobs have been laid there in the shape of an arrow. Alice has been here. They point to a big flat rock where a squirrel is now stuffing kernels from another ear of corn in his cheeks. You can't leave anything sitting around in the woods or someone will get it. Even hard deer antlers are eaten by white-footed deer mice. I leap across the stream on the rocks, the squirrel runs, and I pick up his ear of corn. There are broad teeth marks on it which are not squirrel. Could be deer, but it's not. It's pig. Pig droppings nearby clinch the identification, and then, looking around, I see Crystal's tracks in the soft loam. I'm off. "Not so fast," Bando calls. "Come back. I've found something else." On bare earth in the sun is another compass. This one is different from the first. Alice has propped up a stick at a 45-degree angle to the ground. On it hangs a stone on a string. Under it is a north-south

我们往回走，爬过页岩遍布的河床，碰得石块纷纷滚落，终于来到我们之前看见那穗玉米的堤岸 它不见了 我正在上游找它和别的玉米，这时候班多喊我 他正指着河岸 四个玉米芯被摆在那里，摆成了箭头的形状 爱丽丝来过这里 箭头指向一块大平岩，现在有只松鼠正往腮帮子里塞另一穗玉米的玉米粒呢 你可不能把东西随便放在林子里，不然总会被别的家伙拿走 就算是坚硬的鹿角，也会被白足鹿鼠吃掉呢 我踩着石头跳过小溪，松鼠跑走了，我捡起它吃剩的那穗玉米 玉米上有宽宽的牙印，那不是松鼠的牙印 有可能是鹿的，但其实不是 是猪的 附近的猪粪证实了这个判断，接着我环顾四周，在松软的沃土上看到了克丽丝朵的脚印 我立刻出发往前赶 "别这么快，"班多喊道 "回来 我还发现了别的东西。" 向阳的裸露地面上放着另一个指南针 这个指南针和第一个不一样 爱丽丝斜插了一根棍子，和地面成四十五度角 棍子上用绳子挂着一块石头 石头下方是一根南北向的

directional stick. Smiling, I recall how Alice and I made a compass like this last spring. We placed a marker on the shadow that the hanging rock cast in the morning. Then, when the sun passed the meridian, we put another marker on the afternoon stone-shadow. Between the two marks and directly under the suspended rock, we laid a stick. We had a north-south line. "She's checking her direction," I say. "Well, she's got north, all right," Bando says, looking at his compass. "Her stick points to within 3 degrees of true north." "And she plotted her directional line too," I say, pointing to the little pebbles lined up there. "Ah, ha!" Bando lays his compass with the directional arrow lined up with the pebbles. Carefully he turns the compass housing until the arrow and north are lined up. He looks at the bearing marker. "She's going more easterly now— 80 degrees." We spread the county map on the ground and lay a grass blade from our stream location across the page at 80 degrees. The blade crosses the

方向棍 我笑了，想起去年春天我和爱丽丝也做过一个这样的指南针 我们在悬挂石头早晨投下的影子处做了标记 等太阳越过子午线，我们又在下午石头的影子处做了第二个标记 在两个标记之间、悬挂石头的正下方，我们放上了这根棍子 这样就得到了一条南北线 "她在核对方向，"我说 "唔，她确实找对北了，"班多看着自己的指南针说 "她的棍子指向真北，误差还不到三度呢" "而且她还画出了方向线，"我指着那边排成线的小石子说 "啊哈！" 班多把指南针的方向箭头和小石子对齐摆好 他小心转动指南针表盘，直到箭头和北对齐 他看向方位标记 "她现在往更偏东的方向走了——八十度" 我们把郡地图铺在地上，从我们所在的溪流位置按八十度摆了一根草叶在图上 草叶穿过了

Schoharie Reservoir and intercepts Manorkill Falls. I count contour lines and multiply by twenty. "Wow," I say. "That waterfall drops almost straight down a hundred feet." "Manorkill Falls," Bando says. "I've read it's spectacular. If I were a girl who loved waterfalls, I'd be headed right for it." "In fact," I say. "I'm so sure she's going there that we should go directly to it without losing any more time following pig tracks." "Good idea," Bando agrees. There are no trails or roads up here, so, by lining up trees to keep us going in a straight line, and by reading the quadrangle maps to avoid cliffs and marshes, we strike off across the top of the mountain range. We traverse fields and forests, walk through barren lands where quails and woodcocks fly up at our feet, and, after twelve miles of bushwhacking, enter the Plattekill State Forest. We are greeted by a flock of wild turkeys, big, noisy, and glorious. They gobble and fly off, miraculously missing

斯科哈里水库，最终指向马诺吉尔瀑布 我数了等高线，再乘以二十 "哇哦，"我说 "这个瀑布差不多垂直下落了一百英尺呢" "马诺吉尔瀑布，"班多说 "我听说它特别壮观 换作是我，一个喜欢瀑布的女孩，肯定会直奔那里去。" "没错，"我说 "我确定她肯定去那儿了，我们别再浪费时间追猪蹄印了，直接过去吧" "好主意，"班多赞同道 这儿既没有小径也没有公路，于是我们靠对齐树木保持直线前进，对照地形图避开悬崖和沼泽，径直穿越大山山脉出发了 我们走过田野和森林，穿过荒地，鹌鹑和丘鹬被我们吓得从脚边飞起，走了十二英里野路后，我们进入了普拉特基尔州立森林 一群野火鸡迎接我们，它们个头大，吵吵闹闹，神气极了 它们咯咯叫着飞走，奇迹般地躲开了

limbs and trunks as they zip through the forest. I could never hit one of those with my sling. Although we're tired, the top of the mountain we're climbing calls to us, and we scramble on to its summit. Here we can see the Catskill, Helderberg, and distant Adirondack Mountains. I understand why people climb mountains. I am an eagle. Bando sits down. We've been walking hard since 6:00 A.M., almost ten hours, and we're both glad to rest. The trek was rough because we stayed in the forests, where the understory is a jungle of hazelnut, viburnum, and twisted young hardwoods fighting for the sun. Travelling through them was work. I offer Bando some smoked venison and dried apples. He eats heartily. "I'm ready to stop for the night," he says. "I don't think we have to hurry now. If I were Alice and had reached Manorkill Falls, I'd stay for at least a day or two, wouldn't you?" "I sure would," I say, noting the scratches on his arms and the smudges of dirt on his cheeks. "You're right, we don't have to hurry."

树枝和树干，飞快地穿过森林 我用弹弓根本打不中它们 虽然我们很累，可我们要爬的山顶一直在召唤我们，于是我们继续攀爬登上了峰顶 在这儿我们能看到卡茨基尔山、海尔德伯格山，还有远处的阿迪朗达克山 我终于明白人们为什么爱爬山了 我感觉自己就像一只雄鹰 班多坐了下来 我们从早上六点就一直拼命赶路，差不多走了十个小时，我们俩都很高兴能休息一下 这趟行程很艰难，因为我们一直走森林，林下就是榛子、荚蒾还有争抢阳光的扭曲幼硬木组成的丛林 在这些植物里穿行可太费力气了 我给班多拿了些熏鹿肉和苹果干 他吃得津津有味 "我准备今晚就在这儿停下了，"他说 "我觉得我们不用着急了 换作是爱丽丝，到了马诺吉尔瀑布，肯定至少会待一两天，你说对不对？" "那当然，"我说，我看到他胳膊上的划痕和脸颊上的泥印 "你说得对，我们不用着急。"

While he makes his bed, I practice with my sling. On the trek today, I missed nineteen out of twenty targets. I'm not doing so well. I guess it takes a lot of practice. Later, Bando sleeps. I watch the stars and think of Frightful. I wake early, pick a few Labrador tea leaves and brew them in Bando's tin cup. Then I gather a batch of daylily buds for our breakfast. These I moisten in dew and dip in hazelnuts I pounded to a powder with a stone. I steam them in spicebush leaves. With a catbird diving at us to chase us away from his nest, we leave the mountaintop on a northeasterly course. Bando is a little stiff and sore this morning, so we walk slowly, enjoying the vistas from the skyline of this mountain range. We stop frequently to consult the map, whether we need to or not. Map reading gives us a good excuse to rest. "Sam, look here," Bando says during one of these stops. "There's a power line below us. It leads to the road at the bottom of Manorkill Falls. It'll be a

他整理床铺的时候，我练习弹弓。 今天赶路途中，二十个目标我十九个都没射中。 我做得可不太好。 我猜这得多练习才行。 后来，班多睡着了。 我望着星星，想起了可怕。 我早早醒过来，摘了几片拉布拉多茶叶，放进班多的锡杯里煮茶。 接着我采了一把黄花菜蕾当我们的早餐。 我用露水把它们打湿，再裹上我用石头砸成碎粉的榛子粉。 我用山胡椒叶把它们蒸熟。 一只猫鹊朝我们猛冲，要把我们赶离它的鸟巢，我们就朝着东北方向离开了山顶。 今早班多浑身有点僵硬酸痛，所以我们走得很慢，慢悠悠欣赏山脉山脊线上的美景。 不管用不用得着，我们都总停下来查地图。 看地图刚好给了我们一个休息的好借口。 “萨姆，你看这儿，”一次休息时班多说道。 “我们脚下有一条输电线。 它一直通到曼诺基瀑布底部的公路。 这条路会