“I ought to go up there before the snow flies,” he said. “With all that open rock I could tell in a hurry whether there is anything on Gothic or not.”
“Looks pretty loose and dangerous,” Doug observed.
“Yeah,” replied Bill. “And I’m getting too old for that sort of thing. Guess I’ll stick to Avery.” He pushed himself half way to his feet and looked at the scar on the mountain.
“Huh, that’s funny,” he said as he sat down. “I thought I saw a beam up there, but I guess it’s just a spruce tree the rocks stripped.”
He thought a minute and then began to laugh.
“Now, what?” Doug inquired.
“Oh, I was just thinking, wouldn’t it be funny if old Jim Juddson’s lode was up on Gothic. He told everybody he met that it was on one mountain or another, but I don’t recall that he ever mentioned Gothic.”
Doug chuckled.
“Well, do you want to go up?”
“No,” Bill answered. “It couldn’t be; and if I went up there I’d have to spend the winter listening to that old ghost of Jim Juddson laughing at me.”
“There goes a dipper,” Doug said. “I wonder if it’s the one we had.”
“Does sort of look like him,” said Bill.
They watched the bird hunt in the white foam of the flume.
“That’s a wonderful bird,” said Bill. “He’ll stay with me until the ice closes the streams, then he’ll just move far enough down the creek to find food.”
There was a clinking and a decking in the air; and four young ouzels winged through the canyon and disappeared around the bend at Flycatcher Cliff.
“That was a pretty sight,” said Doug.
Cinclus; feeding in the flume, bobbed in to shore as the young ouzels flew by. He studied them intently and when they were gone, he dipped and dipped.
That was the last time Cinclus saw Tippit and Diver, and he knew by the way they flew that he had seen the final ceremony of the young. They were off to the wintering grounds. The winging flight of farewell was skillful. The young birds were well equipped for the life they would lead.
Cinclus called to Teeter. She ran out from behind the mining dam, and they lifted their wings and flew up toward Mule Deer Rapids.
They could fly again, and now they were alone. The day was cold and bright, and the aspens had dropped almost all of their leaves.
Through September and October Cinclus and Teeter played and fed in the crashing foam of Vera Falls. The snow had reached the glacial valley and Dipper Hill was white.
It was late October. Smoke poured all day from the prospector’s cabin, and the elk that hung by the door had a few of the best steaks chopped from it. The other cabins were empty and the wind banged through their broken windows and piled leaves in their corners. Doug was gone, winter was upon the mountains.
The marmots and the golden-mantled ground squirrels were already in their winter sleep. The coyotes had moved to the valley with the deer and with the mountain lion. The jays still called, and the weasels still loped over the land, but there were not many left in Gothic town. Even Salmo had wended his way down the slackening stream, over the falls and into the lower valley.
Snowstorms turned into blizzards and by early November Gothic was locked on the top of the Rocky Mountains.
One cold November morning when the land was in a hard freeze, the stirring song of the water ouzel belled out across the land. There was no sound of pounding water to drown the music and the song poured on and on.
But there was nothing in the land to hear it, even the jays had gone deep into the forests away from the stream beds where the cutting winds tore down from the peaks. The solitary track of the timber wolf led down into the valley.
The song came from the bridge across Copper Creek. Cinclus was moving downstream.
The voice of the water ouzel died in the wind and Gothic returned to the ice age.
A Biography of Jean Craighead George
Born in Washington, DC, on July 2, 1919, Jean Craighead George loved nature from an early age. Her parents, aunts, and uncles, all naturalists, encouraged her interest in the world around her, and she has drawn from that passion in her more than one hundred books for children and young adults.
In the 1940s, after graduating from Pennsylvania State University with degrees in science and literature, George joined the White House Press Corps. She married John Lothar George in 1944 and moved to Michigan, where John was attending graduate school. Her husband shared her love of nature, and they lived for a time in a tent in the forest. They began to write novels together, with Jean providing illustrations. Their first novel, Vulpes, the Red Fox, was published in 1948.
Following the birth of their first child, the Georges relocated to New York, living first in Poughkeepsie, then in Chappaqua. The family welcomed wild animals into their backyard, to stay for as long as they wished, but the creatures always remained free to return to the wild. Many of these temporary pets became characters in the stories George wrote with her husband.
After winning the Aurianne Award, the American Library Association’s prize for outstanding nature writing, for Dipper of Copper Creek (1956), George began to write on her own, at first continuing to illustrate the books herself. She won a Newbery Honor for her third novel, My Side of the Mountain (1959), which tells the story of Sam Gribley, a young boy who runs away from home in New York City to live in the Catskill Mountains in Delaware County, New York. The book was adapted into a film by the same name in 1969.
In 1963, divorced from her husband, George and her three children, Twig, Craig, and Luke, began to travel around the country, visiting parks and preserves to learn about the plants and animals that thrived there. These experiences were the inspiration for many of George’s novels, including what is perhaps her best-known work, Julie of the Wolves (1972).
In the summer of 1970, George and her youngest son, Luke, visited the Naval Arctic Research Laboratory near Barrow, Alaska, one of the northernmost cities in the world. In preparation for a Reader’s Digest article, George studied the wolves living on the tundra nearby, learning about the animals’ social structures and intricate methods of communicating through sound, sight, posture, and scent. One day, George saw a very young girl crossing the tundra alone. The image remained with her as she began to write Julie of the Wolves, the story of an Inuit girl who escapes her abusive husband and survives in the wild by joining a wolf pack.
Julie of the Wolves was awarded the Newbery Medal in 1973. The book was a finalist for the National Book Award, and it was selected by the Association for Library Service to Children (ALSC) as one of the ten best American children’s books of the previous two centuries. A film adaptation was released in 1987, and George later wrote two sequels about her Eskimo heroine, Julie (1994) and Julie’s Wolf Pack (1997), and shorter illustrated stories about the wolves, Nutik, the Wolf Pup (2001) and Nutik and Amaroq Play Ball (2001).
George also wrote sequels to her first award-winning novel, My Side of the Mountain. The Far Side of the Mountain (1990) and Frightful’s Mountain (1999), along with the picture books Frightful’s Daughter (2002) and Frightful’s Daughter Meets the Baron Weasel (2007), relate the further adventures of Sam Gribley and his peregrine falcon, Frightful, as they live off the land in the Catskill Mountains of upstate New York. George and her daughter, Twig, published their Pocket Guide to the Outdoors (2009), a practical companion volume to the books.
George has written more than one hundred books in the last five decades, including the Thirteen Moons series (1967–69), comprised of illustrated chapter books about wild animals in their natural habitats through the seasons of the year. Most recently, she has collaborated with illustrator Wendell Minor on more than a dozen picture books for younger readers, including the Outdoor Adventures series.
In addition to this extensive list of fiction for children and young adults, George published an autobiography, Journey Inward (1982), in which she reflects on her life as a writer, naturalis
t, and single mother. George still lives and writes in Chappaqua, New York.
Jean Craighead George (bottom left) in Ontario, Canada, in 1923 with her twin brothers, John and Frank Craighead; mother, Carolyn; and next door playmate. Jean’s brothers were a great source of inspiration, and worked as photographers, naturalists, National Geographic writers, champion wrestlers, and, finally, grizzly bear biologists. Jean also attributes her love and appreciation of natural history to her teacher and father, Dr. F. C. Craighead, a forest entomologist and zoologist.
Jean Craighead George (far right) in the wilderness of Seneca, Maryland, with cousin Ellen Zirpel, brother Frank, Spike the dog, friend Morgan Berthrong, and Trigger the dog, in 1936. They spent just about every school weekend together along the Potomac River, learning about vegetation and wildlife.
Jean Craighead George with her then-husband, Dr. John L. George, in 1958. The couple lived in a twelve-by-twelve Army tent for four years while John got his PhD and Jean wrote books and illustrated filmstrips.
Jean Craighead George and Yammer, a screech owl, in 1964. Yammer lived with Jean and her family and made his home in the breaks between books in their bookcase. (Photo courtesy of Harper Portraits.)
Jean Craighead George in Chappaqua, New York, in 1964, with her pets Tonka, a Newfoundland dog, and Tricket, a Manx cat. Jean learned many things from her domestic pets, including animal language, social structure, and personalities. (Photo courtesy of Ellan Young.)
Jean Craighead George circa 1970, catching Monarch butterflies to band and release. These bands were used to track the butterflies’ migratory destination, which was still unknown at the time. (Photo courtesy of Ellan Young.)
Jean Craighead George and a young peregrine falcon named King David in the Catskill Mountains in 1985. Jean was gathering a falcon’s perspective for her book Frightful’s Mountain, a sequel to My Side of the Mountain.
Jean Craighead George and her Alaskan Malamute, Qimmiq, which means “dog” in Inupiat (an Eskimo language), during the 1990s. (Photo courtesy of Ellan Young.)
Jean Craighead George in the Lower Colville River, in Alaska, in 1995. Jean first traveled to Alaska in 1970, when she did research for her Newbery Award–winning novel Julie of the Wolves.
Jean Craighead George’s home in Chappaqua, New York, in 1995. Jean has lived in Chappaqua for over fifty years.
Jean Craighead George in the Wyoming wilderness in 1999. Wherever Jean goes, she sketches and paints to record incidents and “feel” the details of a place.
Jean Craighead George and her family along the Yellow Breeches Creek in Craighead, Pennsylvania, in 1999. As a child, Jean spent her summers at Craighead Station with her father’s family. They fished, canoed, painted, made wildflower collections, swam, and played baseball.
Jean Craighead George in the Belize Rainforest in 1999, where a sky-walk bridge in the tops of the trees introduced her to a whole new world of wildlife. Jean traveled to many locations to study new plants and animals as research for her books.
Jean Craighead George circa 2001, feeding a wolf pup near the Bob Marshall Wilderness in western Montana.
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