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Srhljivi stražar na gori Squaw Peak
240 The Weird Sentinel at Squaw Peak
Myths and Legends of Our Own Land · Charles M. SkinnerO besedilu
Srhljivi stražar na gori Squaw Peak
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- Myths and Legends of Our Own Land
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- Charles M. Skinner
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- 240 The Weird Sentinel at Squaw Peak
O izvirniku
Myths and Legends of Our Own Land
Obsežna zgodovinska zbirka ameriških legend, ki jih je Skinner zbral in avtorsko rekonstruiral. Bralni jezik je Slovenščina, izvirnik pa prihaja iz vira Myths and Legends of Our Own Land v jeziku English.
Besedilo
Srhljivi stražar na gori Squaw Peak
Pod najvišjim osamelcem gorovja Squaw Peak v Arizoni je jama, kjer so belci leta 1868 našli skupino Indijancev Tonto. Belci so bili na vojnem pohodu, in ko so jim Tonti padli v roke, so jih brez obotavljanja postrelili. Streljali so v temne globine jame, sunkoviti, a hitro ponavljajoči se bliski njihovih pušk pa so osvetljevali notranjost in razkrivali tiste, ki so jih sovražili.
Ko je bilo pokola konec, so kriki in stokanje potihnili, lovci so odkorakali in na gore je legel mir, ki ga tisočletja nihče ni tako surovo skalil. Tisto noč, ko je luna posijala v to brezno smrti, je neko truplo vstalo, stopilo do skale tik za vhodom in tam za večno obsedelo.
Dolgo zatem je v ta kraj vstopil mož, ki ni poznal njegove zgodbe. Pred njim se je pojavila prikazen, kakor jo je sam imenoval, in se tako strašno zazrla vanj, da je v blazni grozi zbežal. Pozneje sta jamo skušala raziskati dva iskalca rude, a vhod jima je zapirala »prikazen«. Le enkrat sta pogledala razmesarjeni obraz, izbuljene oči, ki so ju gledale od strani, rumene čekane, dolge lase, razprte kremplje in mrtvaško bledo, plesnivo meso, nato pa sta planila proč. Neki časopis z ameriškega Zahoda je v poročilu o njuni dogodivščini zapisal, da je eden od mož izjavil, da v vsem okrožju Maricopa ni dovolj denarja, da bi ga plačali za še en obisk tega kraja, drugi pa da še vedno teče — vsaj v kraje, kjer se je navadno zadrževal, se ni več vrnil, odkar ga je pogledala »prikazen«. Sicer pa je vsa okoliška dežela polna duhov. Duše Mojavov blodijo po gori Ghost Mountain, »lovišča hudobnih ljudi« Jumov in Navahov pa ležijo onstran, v vulkanski pokrajini Sonore. Zato ni nič nenavadnega, če človek sredi belega dne naleti na znamenja in čudesa.
Izvirnik
240 The Weird Sentinel at Squaw Peak
Naslednje strani prikazujejo izvirno besedilo za primerjavo.
There is a cave under the highest butte of the Squaw Peak range, Arizona, where a party of Tonto Indians was found by white men in 1868. The white men were on the war-path, and when the Tontos fell into their hands they shot them unhesitatingly, firing into the dark recesses of the cavern, the fitful but fast-recurring flashes of their rifles illuminating the interior and exposing to view the objects of their hatred.
The massacre over, the cries and groans were hushed, the hunters strode away, and over the mountains fell the calm that for thousands of years had not been so rudely broken. That night, when the moon shone into this pit of death, a corpse arose, walked to a rock just within the entrance, and took there its everlasting seat.
Long afterward a man who did not know its story entered this place, when he was confronted by a thing, as he called it, that glared so fearfully upon him that he fled in an ecstasy of terror. Two prospectors subsequently attempted to explore the cave, but the entrance was barred by “the thing.” They gave one glance at the torn face, the bulging eyes turned sidewise at them, the yellow fangs, the long hair, the spreading claws, the livid, mouldy flesh, and rushed away. A Western paper, recounting their adventure, said that one of the men declared that there was not money enough in Maricopa County to pay him to go there again, while the other had never stopped running--at least, he had not returned to his usual haunts since “the thing” looked at him. Still, it is haunted country all about here. The souls of the Mojaves roam upon Ghost Mountain, and the “bad men's hunting-grounds” of the Yumas and Navajos are over in the volcanic country of Sonora. It is, therefore, no unusual thing to find signs and wonders in broad daylight.
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