forest fires led me to abandon the most nearly ideal journey through the wilds i had ever embarked upon, but the conflagrations that took me aside filled a series of my days and nights with wild, fiery exhibitions and stirring experiences. it was early september and i had started southward along the crest of the continental divide of the rocky mountains in northern colorado. all autumn was to be mine and upon this alpine skyline i was to saunter southward, possibly to the land of cactus and mirage. not being commanded by either the calendar or the compass, no day was to be marred by hurrying. i was just to linger and read all the nature stories in the heights that i could comprehend or enjoy. from my starting-place, twelve thousand feet above the tides, miles of continental slopes could be seen that sent their streams east and west to the two far-off seas. with many a loitering advance, with[pg 140] many a glad going back, intense days were lived. after two great weeks i climbed off the treeless heights and went down into the woods to watch and learn the deadly and dramatic ways of forest fires.
a forest fire on the grand river a forest fire on the grand river
this revolution in plans was brought about by the view from amid the broken granite on the summit of long's peak. far below and far away the magnificent mountain distances reposed in the autumn sunshine. the dark crags, snowy summits, light-tipped peaks, bright lakes, purple forests traced with silver streams and groves of aspen,—all fused and faded away in the golden haze. but these splendid scenes were being blurred and blotted out by the smoke of a dozen or more forest fires.
little realizing that for six weeks i was to hesitate on fire-threatened heights and hurry through smoke-filled forests, i took a good look at the destruction from afar and then hastened toward the nearest fire-front. this was a smoke-clouded blaze on the rabbit-ear range that was storming its way eastward. in a few hours it would travel to the grand river, which [pg 141] flowed southward through a straight, mountain-walled valley that was about half a mile wide. along the river, occupying about half the width of the valley, was a picturesque grassy avenue that stretched for miles between ragged forest-edges.
there was but little wind and, hoping to see the big game that the flames might drive into the open, i innocently took my stand in the centre of the grassy stretch directly before the fire. this great smoky fire-billow, as i viewed it from the heights while i was descending, was advancing with a formidable crooked front about three miles across. the left wing was more than a mile in advance of the active though lagging right one. as i afterward learned, the difference in speed of the two wings was caused chiefly by topography; the forest conditions were similar, but the left wing had for some time been burning up a slope while the right had traveled down one. fire burns swiftly up a slope, but slowly down it. set fire simultaneously to the top and the bottom of a forest on a steep slope and the blaze at the bottom will[pg 142] overrun at least nine-tenths of the area. flame and the drafts that it creates sweep upward.
upon a huge lava boulder in the grassy stretch i commanded a view of more than a mile of the forest-edge and was close to where a game trail came into it out of the fiery woods. on this burning forest-border a picturesque, unplanned wild-animal parade passed before me.
scattered flakes of ashes were falling when a herd of elk led the exodus of wild folk from the fire-doomed forest. they came stringing out of the woods into the open, with both old and young going forward without confusion and as though headed for a definite place or pasture. they splashed through a beaver pond without stopping and continued their way up the river. there was no show of fear, no suggestion of retreat. they never looked back. deer straggled out singly and in groups. it was plain that all were fleeing from danger, all were excitedly trying to get out of the way of something; and they did not appear to know where they were going. apparently they gave more troubled attention to the roaring, the breath, and the[pg 143] movements of that fiery, mysterious monster than to the seeking of a place of permanent safety. in the grassy open, into which the smoke was beginning to drift and hang, the deer scattered and lingered. at each roar of the fire they turned hither and thither excitedly to look and listen. a flock of mountain sheep, in a long, narrow, closely pressed rank and led by an alert, aggressive bighorn, presented a fine appearance as it raced into the open. the admirable directness of these wild animals put them out of the category occupied by tame, "silly sheep." without slackening pace they swept across the grassy valley in a straight line and vanished in the wooded slope beyond. now and then a coyote appeared from somewhere and stopped for a time in the open among the deer; all these wise little wolves were a trifle nervous, but each had himself well in hand. glimpses were had of two stealthy mountain lions, now leaping, now creeping, now swiftly fleeing.
bears were the most matter-of-fact fellows in the exodus. each loitered in the grass and[pg 144] occasionally looked toward the oncoming danger. their actions showed curiosity and anger, but not alarm. each duly took notice of the surrounding animals, and one old grizzly even struck viciously at a snarling coyote. two black bear cubs, true to their nature, had a merry romp. even these serious conditions could not make them solemn. each tried to prevent the other from climbing a tree that stood alone in the open; around this tree they clinched, cuffed, and rolled about so merrily that the frightened wild folks were attracted and momentarily forgot their fears. the only birds seen were some grouse that whirred and sailed by on swift, definite wings; they were going somewhere.
with subdued and ever-varying roar the fire steadily advanced. it constantly threw off an upcurling, unbroken cloud of heavy smoke that hid the flames from view. now and then a whirl of wind brought a shower of sparks together with bits of burning bark out over the open valley.
just as the flames were reaching the margin[pg 145] of the forest a great bank of black smoke curled forward and then appeared to fall into the grassy open. i had just a glimpse of a few fleeing animals, then all became hot, fiery, and dark. red flames darted through swirling black smoke. it was stifling. leaping into a beaver pond, i lowered my own sizzling temperature and that of my smoking clothes. the air was too hot and black for breathing; so i fled, floundering through the water, down grand river.
a quarter of a mile took me beyond danger-line and gave me fresh air. here the smoke ceased to settle to the earth, but extended in a light upcurling stratum a few yards above it. through this smoke the sunlight came so changed that everything around was magically covered with a canvas of sepia or rich golden brown. i touched the burned spots on hands and face with real, though raw, balsam and then plunged into the burned-over district to explore the extensive ruins of the fire.
a prairie fire commonly consumes everything to the earth-line and leaves behind it only a black field. rarely does a forest fire make so[pg 146] clean a sweep; generally it burns away the smaller limbs and the foliage, leaving the tree standing all blackened and bristling. this fire, like thousands of others, consumed the litter carpet on the forest floor and the mossy covering of the rocks; it ate the underbrush, devoured the foliage, charred and burned the limbs, and blackened the trunks. behind was a dead forest in a desolate field, a territory with millions of bristling, mutilated trees, a forest ruin impressively picturesque and pathetic. from a commanding ridge i surveyed this ashen desert and its multitude of upright figures all blurred and lifeless; these stood everywhere,—in the gulches, on the slopes, on the ridges against the sky,—and they bristled in every vanishing distance. over the entire area only a few trees escaped with their lives; these were isolated in soggy glacier meadows or among rock fields and probably were defended by friendly air-currents when the fiery billow rolled over them.
when i entered the burn that afternoon the fallen trees that the fire had found were in ashes, the trees just killed were smoking, while the[pg 147] standing dead trees were just beginning to burn freely. that night these scattered beacons strangely burned among the multitudinous dead. close to my camp all through that night several of these fire columns showered sparks like a fountain, glowed and occasionally lighted up the scene with flaming torches. weird and strange in the night were the groups of silhouetted figures in a shadow-dance between me and the flickering, heroic torches.
the greater part of the area burned over consisted of mountain-slopes and ridges that lay between the altitudes of nine thousand and eleven thousand feet. the forest was made up almost entirely of engelmann and douglas spruces, alpine fir, and flexilis pine. a majority of these trees were from fifteen to twenty-four inches in diameter, and those examined were two hundred and fourteen years of age. over the greater extent of the burn the trees were tall and crowded, about two thousand to the acre. as the fire swept over about eighteen thousand acres, the number of trees that perished must have approximated thirty-six million.[pg 148]
fires make the rocky mountains still more rocky. this bald fact stuck out all through this burn and in dozens of others afterward visited. most rocky mountain fires not only skin off the humus but so cut up the fleshy soil and so completely destroy the fibrous bindings that the elements quickly drag much of it from the bones and fling it down into the stream-channels. down many summit slopes in these mountains, where the fires went to bed-rock, the snows and waters still scoot and scour. the fire damage to some of these steep slopes cannot be repaired for generations and even centuries. meantime these disfigured places will support only a scattered growth of trees and sustain only a sparse population of animals.
in wandering about i found that the average thickness of humus—decayed vegetable matter—consumed by this fire was about five inches. the removal of even these few inches of covering had in many places exposed boulders and bed-rock. on many shallow-covered steeps the soil-anchoring roots were consumed and the productive heritage of ages was left to[pg 149] be the early victim of eager running water and insatiable gravity.
probably the part of this burn that was most completely devastated was a tract of four or five hundred acres in a zone a little below timber-line. here stood a heavy forest on solid rock in thirty-two inches of humus. the tree-roots burned with the humus, and down crashed the trees into the flames. the work of a thousand years was undone in a day!
the loss of animal life in this fire probably was not heavy; in five or six days of exploring i came upon fewer than three dozen fire victims of all kinds. among the dead were groundhogs, bobcats, snowshoe rabbits, and a few grouse. flying about the waste were crested jays, gray jays ("camp birds"), and magpies. coyotes came early to search for the feast prepared by the fire.
during the second day's exploration on the burn, a grizzly bear and i came upon two roasted deer in the end of a gulch. i was first to arrive, so mr. grizzly remained at what may have been a respectful distance, restlessly watching me.[pg 150] with his nearness and impolite stare i found it very embarrassing to eat alone. however, two days of fasting had prepared me for this primitive feast; and, knowing that bears were better than their reputation, i kept him waiting until i was served. on arising to go, i said, "come, you may have the remainder; there is plenty of it."
the fire was followed by clear weather, and for days the light ash lay deep and undisturbed over the burn. one morning conditions changed and after a few preliminary whirlwinds a gusty gale set in. in a few minutes i felt and appeared as though just from an ash-barrel. the ashen dust-storm was blinding and choking, and i fled for the unburned heights. so blinding was the flying ash that i was unable to see; and, to make matters worse, the trees with fire-weakened foundations and limbs almost severed by flames commenced falling. the limbs were flung about in a perfectly reckless manner, while the falling trees took a fiendish delight in crashing down alongside me at the very moment that the storm was most blinding. being without nerves and[pg 151] incidentally almost choked, i ignored the falling bodies and kept going.
several times i rushed blindly against limb-points and was rudely thrust aside; and finally i came near walking off into space from the edge of a crag. after this i sought temporary refuge to the leeward of a boulder, with the hope that the weakened trees would speedily fall and end the danger from that source. the ash flew thicker than ever did gale-blown desert dust; it was impossible to see and so nearly impossible to breathe that i was quickly driven forth. i have been in many dangers, but this is the only instance in which i was ever irritated by nature's blind forces. at last i made my escape from them.
from clear though wind-swept heights i long watched the burned area surrender its slowly accumulated, rich store of plant-food to the insatiable and all-sweeping wind. by morning, when the wind abated, the garnered fertility and phosphates of generations were gone, and the sun cast the shadows of millions of leafless trees upon rock bones and barren earth. and the waters were still to take their toll.[pg 152]
of course nature would at once commence to repair and would again upbuild upon the foundations left by the fire; such, however, were the climatic and geological conditions that improving changes would come but slowly. in a century only a good beginning could be made. for years the greater portion of the burn would be uninhabitable by bird or beast; those driven forth by this fire would seek home and food in the neighboring territory, where this influx of population would compel interesting readjustments and create bitter strife between the old wild-folk population and the new.
this fire originated from a camp-fire which a hunting-party had left burning; it lived three weeks and extended eastward from the starting-place. along most of its course it burned to the timber-line on the left, while rocky ridges, glacier meadows, and rock fields stopped its extension and determined the side line on the right; it ran out of the forest and stopped in the grassy grand river valley. across its course were a number of rocky ridges and grassy gorges where the fire could have been easily[pg 153] stopped by removing the scattered trees,—by burning the frail bridges that enabled the fire to travel from one dense forest to abundant fuel beyond. in a city it is common to smother a fire with water or acid, but with a forest fire usually it is best to break its inflammable line of communication by removing from before it a width of fibrous material. the axe, rake, hoe, and shovel are the usual fire-fighting tools.
a few yards away from the spot where the fire started i found, freshly cut in the bark of an aspen, the inscription:—
j s m
yale 18
a bullet had obliterated the two right-hand figures.
for days i wandered over the mountains, going from fire to smoke and studying burns new and old. one comparatively level tract had been fireswept in 1791. on this the soil was good. lodge-pole pine had promptly restocked the burn, but these trees were now being smothered out by a promising growth of engelmann spruce.[pg 154]
a yellow pine, forty-seven years after it had been killed by fire a yellow pine, forty-seven years after it had been killed by fire
fifty-seven years before my visit a fire had burned over about four thousand acres and was brought to a stand by a lake, a rocky ridge, and a wide fire-line that a snowslide had cleared through the woods. the surface of the burn was coarse, disintegrated granite and sloped toward the west, where it was exposed to prevailing high westerly winds. a few kinnikinnick rugs apparently were the only green things upon the surface, and only a close examination revealed a few stunted trees starting. it was almost barren. erosion was still active; there were no roots to bind the finer particles together or to anchor them in place. one of the most striking features of the entire burn was that the trees killed by the fire fifty-seven years ago were standing where they died. they had excellent root-anchorage in the shattered surface, and many of them probably would remain erect for years. the fire that killed them had been a hot one, and it had burned away most of the limbs, and had so thoroughly boiled the pitch through the exterior of the trunk that the wood was in an excellent state of preservation.
[pg 155]
another old burn visited was a small one in an engelmann spruce forest on a moderate northern slope. it had been stopped while burning in very inflammable timber. it is probable that on this occasion either a rain or snow had saved the surrounding forest. the regrowth had slowly extended from the margin of the forest to the centre of the burn until it was restocked.
one morning i noticed two small fires a few miles down the mountain and went to examine them. both were two days old, and both had started from unextinguished camp-fires. one had burned over about an acre and the other about four times that area. if the smaller had not been built against an old snag it probably would have gone out within a few hours after the congressman who built it moved camp. it was wind-sheltered and the blaze had traveled slowly in all directions and burned a ragged circle that was about sixty feet across.
the outline of the other blaze was that of a flattened ellipse, like the orbit of many a wandering comet in the sky. this had gone before the wind, and the windward end of its orbit closely[pg 156] encircled the place of origin. the camp-fire nucleus of this blaze had also been built in the wrong place,—against a fallen log which lay in a deep bed of decaying needles.
of course each departing camper should put out his camp-fire. however, a camp-fire built on a humus-covered forest floor, or by a log, or against a dead tree, is one that is very difficult to extinguish. with the best of intentions one may deluge such a fire with water without destroying its potency. a fire thus secreted appears, like a lie, to have a spark of immortality in it.
a fire should not be built in contact with substances that will burn, for such fuel will prolong the fire's life and may lead it far into the forest. there is but little danger to the forest from a fire that is built upon rock, earth, sand, or gravel. a fire so built is isolated and it usually dies an early natural death. such a fire—one built in a safe and sane place—is easily extinguished.
the larger of these two incipient fires was burning quietly, and that night i camped within[pg 157] its orbit. toward morning the wind began to blow, this slow-burning surface fire began to leap, and before long it was a crown fire, traveling rapidly among the tree-tops. it swiftly expanded into an enormous delta of flame. at noon i looked back and down upon it from a mountain-top, and it had advanced about three miles into a primeval forest sea, giving off more smoke than a volcano.
i went a day's journey and met a big fire that was coming aggressively forward against the wind. it was burning a crowded, stunted growth of forest that stood in a deep litter carpet. the smoke, which flowed freely from it, was distinctly ashen green; this expanded and maintained in the sky a smoky sheet that was several miles in length.
before the fire lay a square mile or so of old burn which was covered with a crowded growth of lodge-pole pine that stood in a deep, criss-crossed entanglement of fallen fire-killed timber. a thousand or more of these long, broken dead trees covered each acre with wreckage, and in this stood upward of five thousand live young[pg 158] ones. this would make an intensely hot and flame-writhing fire. it appears that a veteran spruce forest had occupied this burn prior to the fire. the fire had occurred fifty-seven years before. trees old and young testified to the date. in the margin of the living forest on the edge of the burn were numerous trees that were fire-scarred fifty-seven years before; the regrowth on the burn was an even-aged fifty-six-year growth.
that night, as the fire neared the young tree growth, i scaled a rock ledge to watch it. before me, and between the fire and the rocks, stood several veteran lodge-pole pines in a mass of dead-and-down timber. each of these trees had an outline like that of a plump lombardy poplar. they perished in the most spectacular manner. blazing, wind-blown bark set fire to the fallen timber around their feet; this fire, together with the close, oncoming fire-front, so heated the needles on the lodge-poles that they gave off a smoky gas; this was issuing from every top when a rippling rill of purplish flame ran up one of the trunks. instantly there was a flash[pg 159] and white flames flared upward more than one hundred feet, stood gushing for a few seconds, and then went out completely. the other trees in close succession followed and flashed up like giant geysers discharging flame. this discharge was brief, but it was followed by every needle on the trees glowing and changing to white incandescence, then vanishing. in a minute these leafless lodge-poles were black and dead.
the fire-front struck and crossed the lodge-pole thicket in a flash; each tree flared up like a fountain of gas and in a moment a deep, ragged-edged lake of flame heaved high into the dark, indifferent night. a general fire of the dead-and-down timber followed, and the smelter heat of this cut the green trees down, the flames widely, splendidly illuminating the surrounding mountains and changing a cloud-filled sky to convulsed, burning lava.
not a tree was left standing, and every log went to ashes. the burn was as completely cleared as a fireswept prairie; in places there were holes in the earth where tree-roots had burned out. this burn was an ideal place for[pg 160] another lodge-pole growth, and three years later these pines were growing thereon as thick as wheat in a field. in a boggy area within the burn an acre or two of aspen sprang up; this area, however, was much smaller than the one that the fire removed from the bog. aspens commonly hold territory and extend their holdings by sprouting from roots; but over the greater portion of the bog the fire had either baked or burned the roots, and this small aspen area marked the wetter part of the bog, that in which the roots had survived.
after destroying the lodge-pole growth the fire passed on, and the following day it burned away as a quiet surface fire through a forest of scattered trees. it crept slowly forward, with a yellow blaze only a few inches high. here and there this reddened over a pile of cone-scales that had been left by a squirrel, or blazed up in a pile of broken limbs or a fallen tree-top; it consumed the litter mulch and fertility of the forest floor, but seriously burned only a few trees.
advancing along the blaze, i came upon a veteran yellow pine that had received a large[pg 161] pot-hole burn in its instep. as the western yellow pine is the best fire-fighter in the conifer family, it was puzzling to account for this deep burn. on the rocky mountains are to be found many picturesque yellow pines that have a dozen times triumphed over the greatest enemy of the forest. once past youth, these trees possess a thick, corky, asbestos-like bark that defies the average fire. close to this injured old fellow was a rock ledge that formed an influential part of its environment; its sloping surface shed water and fertility upon its feet; cones, twigs, and trash had also slid down this and formed an inflammable pile which, in burning, had bored into its ankle. an examination of its annual rings in the burned hole revealed the fact that it too had been slightly burned fifty-seven years before. how long would it be until it was again injured by fire or until some one again read its records?
until recently a forest fire continued until stopped by rain or snow, or until it came to the edge of the forest. i have notes on a forest fire that lived a fluctuating life of four months. once[pg 162] a fire invades an old forest, it is impossible speedily to get rid of it. "it never goes out," declared an old trapper. the fire will crawl into a slow-burning log, burrow down into a root, or eat its way beneath a bed of needles, and give off no sign of its presence. in places such as these it will hibernate for weeks, despite rain or snow, and finally some day come forth as ferocious as ever.
about twenty-four hours after the lodge-pole blaze a snow-storm came to extinguish the surface fire. two feet of snow—more than three inches of water—fell. during the storm i was comfortable beneath a shelving rock, with a fire in front; here i had a meal of wild raspberries and pine-nuts and reflected concerning the uses of forests, and wished that every one might better understand and feel the injustice and the enormous loss caused by forest fires.
during the last fifty years the majority of the western forest fires have been set by unextinguished camp-fires, while the majority of the others were the result of some human carelessness. the number of preventable forest fires[pg 163] is but little less than the total number. true, lightning does occasionally set a forest on fire; i have personal knowledge of a number of such fires, but i have never known lightning to set fire to a green tree. remove the tall dead trees from forests, and the lightning will lose the greater part of its kindling.
in forest protection, the rivers, ridge-tops, rocky gulches, rock-fields, lake-shores, meadows, and other natural fire-resisting boundary lines between forests are beginning to be used and can be more fully utilized for fire-lines, fire-fighting, and fire-defying places. these natural fire-barriers may be connected by barren cleared lanes through the forest, so that a fire-break will isolate or run entirely around any natural division of forest. with such a barrier a fire could be kept within a given section or shut out of it.
in order to fight fire in a forest it must be made accessible by means of roads and trails; these should run on or alongside the fire-barrier so as to facilitate the movements of fire patrols or fire-fighters. there should be with every for[pg 164]est an organized force of men who are eternally vigilant to prevent or to fight forest fires. fires should be fought while young and small, before they are beyond control.
there should be crows'-nests on commanding crags and in each of these should be a lookout to watch constantly for starting fires or suspicious smoke in the surrounding sea of forest. the lookout should have telephonic connection with rangers down the slopes. in our national forests incidents like the following are beginning to occur: upon a summit is stationed a ranger who has two hundred thousand acres of forest to patrol with his eyes. one morning a smudgy spot appears upon the purple forest sea about fifteen miles to the northwest. the lookout gazes for a moment through his glass and, although not certain as to what it is, decides to get the distance with the range-finder. at that instant, however, the wind acts upon the smudge and shows that a fire exists and reveals its position. a ranger, through a telephone at the forks of the trail below, hears from the heights, "small fire one mile south of mirror[pg 165] lake, between spruce fork and bear pass trail, close to o'brien's spring." in less than an hour a ranger leaps from his panting pony and with shovel and axe hastily digs a narrow trench through the vegetable mould in a circle around the fire. then a few shovelfuls of sand go upon the liveliest blaze and the fire is under control. as soon as there lives a good, sympathetic public sentiment concerning the forest, it will be comparatively easy to prevent most forest fires from starting and to extinguish those that do start.
with the snow over, i started for the scene of the first fire, and on the way noticed how much more rapidly the snow melted in the open than in a forest. the autumn sun was warm, and at the end of the first day most of the snow in open or fireswept places was gone, though on the forest floor the slushy, compacted snow still retained the greater portion of its original moisture. on the flame-cleared slopes there was heavy erosion; the fire had destroyed the root-anchorage of the surface and consumed the trash that would ordinarily have absorbed and[pg 166] delayed the water running off; but this, unchecked, had carried off with it tons of earthy material. one slope on the first burn suffered heavily; a part of this day's "wash" was deposited in a beaver pond, of half an acre, which was filled to the depth of three feet. the beavers, finding their subterranean exits filled with wash, had escaped by tearing a hole in the top of their house.
leaving this place, i walked across the range to look at a fire that was burning beyond the bounds of the snowfall. it was in a heavily forested cove and was rapidly undoing the constructive work of centuries. this cove was a horseshoe-shaped one and apparently would hold the fire within its rocky ridges. while following along one of these ridges, i came to a narrow, tree-dotted pass, the only break in the confining rocky barrier. as i looked at the fire down in the cove, it was plain that with a high wind the fire would storm this pass and break into a heavily forested alpine realm beyond. in one day two men with axes could have made this pass impregnable to the assaults of any fire,[pg 167] no matter how swift the wind ally; but men were not then defending our forests and an ill wind was blowing.
many factors help to determine the speed of these fires, and a number of observations showed that under average conditions a fire burned down a slope at about one mile an hour; on the level it traveled from two to eight miles an hour, while up a slope it made from eight to twelve. for short distances fires occasionally roared along at a speed of fifty or sixty miles an hour and made a terrible gale of flames.
i hurried up into the alpine realm and after half an hour scaled a promontory and looked back to the pass. a great cloud of smoke was streaming up just beyond and after a minute tattered sheets of flame were shooting high above it. presently a tornado of smoke and flame surged into the pass and for some seconds nothing could be seen. as this cleared, a succession of tongues and sheets of flame tried to reach over into the forest on the other side of the pass, but finally gave it up. just as i was beginning to feel that the forest around me was[pg 168] safe, a smoke-column arose among the trees by the pass. probably during the first assault of the flames a fiery dart had been hurled across the pass.
up the shallow forested valley below me came the flames, an inverted niagara of red and yellow, with flying spray of black. it sent forward a succession of short-lived whirlwinds that went to pieces explosively, hurling sparks and blazing bark far and high. during one of its wilder displays the fire rolled forward, an enormous horizontal whirl of flame, and then, with thunder and roar, the molten flames swept upward into a wall of fire; this tore to pieces, collapsed, and fell forward in fiery disappearing clouds. with amazing quickness the splendid hanging garden on the terraced heights was crushed and blackened. by my promontory went this magnificent zigzag surging front of flame, blowing the heavens full of sparks and smoke and flinging enormous fiery rockets. swift and slow, loud and low, swelling and vanishing, it sang its eloquent death song.
a heavy stratum of tarlike smoke formed[pg 169] above the fire as it toned down. presently this black stratum was uplifted near the centre and then pierced with a stupendous geyser of yellow flame, which reddened as it fused and tore through the tarry smoke and then gushed astonishingly high above.
a year or two prior to the fire a snow slide from the heights had smashed down into the forest. more than ten thousand trees were mowed, raked, and piled in one mountainous mass of wreckage upon some crags and in a narrow-throated gulch between them. this wood-pile made the geyser flames and a bonfire to startle even the giants. while i was trying to account for this extraordinary display, there came a series of explosions in rapid succession, ending in a violent crashing one. an ominous, elemental silence followed. all alone i had enjoyed the surprises, the threatening uncertainties, and the dangerous experiences that swiftly came with the fire-line battles of this long, smoky war; but when those awful explosions came i for a time wished that some one were with me. had there been, i should have turned[pg 170] and asked, while getting a better grip on my nerves, "what on earth is that?" while the startled mountain-walls were still shuddering with the shock, an enormous agitated column of steam shot several hundred feet upward where the fiery geyser had flamed. unable to account for these strange demonstrations, i early made my way through heat and smoke to the big bonfire. in the bottom of the gulch, beneath the bonfire, flowed a small stream; just above the bonfire this stream had been temporarily dammed by fire wreckage. on being released, the accumulated waters thus gathered had rushed down upon the red-hot rocks and cliffs and produced these explosions.
in the morning light this hanging terraced garden of yesterday's forest glory was a stupendous charcoal drawing of desolation.