Chapter 1
“Do you think they’ll let us do it?” Daniel questioned.
“I Don’t know,” Seth replied. “Let’s do it anyway. Just take off.”
“They’d think we ran away. They’d send a search party.”
“So what. We could hide. If they came looking for us they’d get lost.”
“We wouldn’t?”
“You want to back out? I think you’re scared.”
“I am not! I want to make this trip as much as you do.”
“Well if your getting cold feet sitting in your own dooryard, what are you going to be like up there on the mountain?”
Seth and Daniel lay stretched out under the huge pine tree in Daniel’s dooryard staring at the mountains in front of them. They liked looking at the mountains and especially at the Mountain, Black Spruce Mountain. Four miles away as the crow flies, it stood above its neighbors like a huge fist thrusting againsr the sky. Just now the bare rock cliff on its western face shone darkly in the afternoon sun.
Ever since the boys had been friends, they had watched the mountain together. It was more than just a mountain to them. They couldn’t say exactly what it represented but it was Important. Ravens nested there; bears lived in the cracks and caves; the big deer, the wise ones, the ones the hunters never shot, wandered there. Coyotes howled from its upper ridges, and even though no one had seen one, there were still stories that up there, somewhere near the top, a panther prowled the night. It was a place for no man, not to mention two thirteen-year-old boys. Yet, in an odd way, the mountain drew the boys to it. It was as if the mountain had a voice, as if it sang to them, calling them out and away from the safety and comfort of their homes, away from the ordered brightness of their daily lives and into the murky dangers of a mystery. The mountain was a wild and strange place, a place for dark creatures and marvelous adventures.
“You think I can’t take it up there?” Daniel asked. “You can’t be serious. I know as much about the woods as you do, maybe more.”
“You do not. I’ve lived around here all my life.”
“What’s that got to do with anything? Just cause I haven’t been around here since I was a baby doesn’t mean a thing.”
“Well, I can take care of myself.”
“So can I. I know what it’s like out there too. I know a hell of a lot more about how to survive than you do.”
“Big man. Come off it, Daniel. Besides, nothing’s going to happen we can’t handle.”
“I’m not saying it will. All I’m saying is, we better not get too cocky about this thing or we might end up being sorry.”
“Okay. We won’t.”
“I just don’t want to runaway, that’s all. Taking off like that is no good. You don’t know what it’s like.”
“You Do?”
Daniel stared at the ground. “I . . . ah, forget it.”
It was late in August. Summer was almost gone. On the far hills the boys could see here and there a poplar or a soft maple turning yellow, red. Cries of insects filled the air. It was a frantic, intense sound, heard only at the end of summer, in those few weeks before the first killing frost. The green world was giving away. Soon the trees would stretch their skinny fingers against the sky. Fall, that cold invader, stood waiting impatiently on the other side of the mountains.
Seth and Daniel knew they were like the insects; their summer lives were coming to an end. Two weeks from now, every morning, they would leave their hill farms and travel down the mountain to Judevine, the village in the valley below. School again. Their days of freedom were almost over.
“Go ahead,” Seth said. “What were you going to say?”
“Nothing.”
“Daniel, you always do that! You’re always starting out on something and then stopping, like I wouldn’t understand. What is it?”
“Nothing. I don’t want to talk about it. Look let’s not fight. It’s just our folks have got to know; we’ve got to ask them. I’m not going unless we
“Do you think they’ll let us do it?” Daniel questioned.
“I Don’t know,” Seth replied. “Let’s do it anyway. Just take off.”
“They’d think we ran away. They’d send a search party.”
“So what. We could hide. If they came looking for us they’d get lost.”
“We wouldn’t?”
“You want to back out? I think you’re scared.”
“I am not! I want to make this trip as much as you do.”
“Well if your getting cold feet sitting in your own dooryard, what are you going to be like up there on the mountain?”
Seth and Daniel lay stretched out under the huge pine tree in Daniel’s dooryard staring at the mountains in front of them. They liked looking at the mountains and especially at the Mountain, Black Spruce Mountain. Four miles away as the crow flies, it stood above its neighbors like a huge fist thrusting againsr the sky. Just now the bare rock cliff on its western face shone darkly in the afternoon sun.
Ever since the boys had been friends, they had watched the mountain together. It was more than just a mountain to them. They couldn’t say exactly what it represented but it was Important. Ravens nested there; bears lived in the cracks and caves; the big deer, the wise ones, the ones the hunters never shot, wandered there. Coyotes howled from its upper ridges, and even though no one had seen one, there were still stories that up there, somewhere near the top, a panther prowled the night. It was a place for no man, not to mention two thirteen-year-old boys. Yet, in an odd way, the mountain drew the boys to it. It was as if the mountain had a voice, as if it sang to them, calling them out and away from the safety and comfort of their homes, away from the ordered brightness of their daily lives and into the murky dangers of a mystery. The mountain was a wild and strange place, a place for dark creatures and marvelous adventures.
“You think I can’t take it up there?” Daniel asked. “You can’t be serious. I know as much about the woods as you do, maybe more.”
“You do not. I’ve lived around here all my life.”
“What’s that got to do with anything? Just cause I haven’t been around here since I was a baby doesn’t mean a thing.”
“Well, I can take care of myself.”
“So can I. I know what it’s like out there too. I know a hell of a lot more about how to survive than you do.”
“Big man. Come off it, Daniel. Besides, nothing’s going to happen we can’t handle.”
“I’m not saying it will. All I’m saying is, we better not get too cocky about this thing or we might end up being sorry.”
“Okay. We won’t.”
“I just don’t want to runaway, that’s all. Taking off like that is no good. You don’t know what it’s like.”
“You Do?”
Daniel stared at the ground. “I . . . ah, forget it.”
It was late in August. Summer was almost gone. On the far hills the boys could see here and there a poplar or a soft maple turning yellow, red. Cries of insects filled the air. It was a frantic, intense sound, heard only at the end of summer, in those few weeks before the first killing frost. The green world was giving away. Soon the trees would stretch their skinny fingers against the sky. Fall, that cold invader, stood waiting impatiently on the other side of the mountains.
Seth and Daniel knew they were like the insects; their summer lives were coming to an end. Two weeks from now, every morning, they would leave their hill farms and travel down the mountain to Judevine, the village in the valley below. School again. Their days of freedom were almost over.
“Go ahead,” Seth said. “What were you going to say?”
“Nothing.”
“Daniel, you always do that! You’re always starting out on something and then stopping, like I wouldn’t understand. What is it?”
“Nothing. I don’t want to talk about it. Look let’s not fight. It’s just our folks have got to know; we’ve got to ask them. I’m not going unless we
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