4Devon was both scholarly and very athletic, so the playing fields were vast and, except atsuch a time of year, constantly in use. Now they reached soggily and emptily away from me,forlorn tennis courts on the left, enormous football and soccer and lacrosse fields in the center,woods on the right, and at the far end a small river detectable from this distance by the fewbare trees along its banks. It was such a gray and misty day that I could not see the other sideof the river, where there was a small stadium.I started the long trudge across the fields and had gone some distance before I paid anyattention to the soft and muddy ground, which was dooming my city shoes. I didn't stop. Nearthe center of the fields there were thin lakes of muddy water which I had to make my wayaround, my unrecognizable shoes making obscene noises as I lifted them out of the mire. Withnothing to block it the wind flung wet gusts at me; at any other time I would have felt like afool slogging through mud and rain, only to look at a tree.A little fog hung over the river so that as I neared it I felt myself becoming isolated fromeverything except the river and the few trees beside it. The wind was blowing more steadilyhere, and I was beginning to feel cold. I never wore a hat, and had forgotten gloves. There wereseveral trees bleakly reaching into the fog. Any one of them might have been the one I waslooking for. Unbelievable that there were other trees which looked like it here. It had loomed inmy memory as a huge lone spike dominating the riverbank, forbidding as an artillery piece,high as the beanstalk. Yet here was a scattered grove of trees, none of them of any particulargrandeur.Moving through the soaked, coarse grass I began to examine each one closely, and finallyidentified the tree I was looking for by means of certain small scars rising along its trunk, andby a limb extending over the river, and another thinner limb growing near it. This was the tree,and it seemed to me standing there to resemble those men, the giants of your childhood, whomyou encounter years later and find that they are not merely smaller in relation to your growth,but that they are absolutely smaller, shrunken by age. In this double demotion the old giantshave become pigmies while you were looking the other way.The tree was not only stripped by the cold season, it seemed weary from age, enfeebled, dry.I was thankful, very thankful that I had seen it. So the more things remain the same, the morethey change after all—plus c'est la même chose, plus ça change. Nothing endures, not a tree,not love, not even a death by violence.Changed, I headed back through the mud. I was drenched; anybody could see it was time tocome in out of the rain.The tree was tremendous, an irate, steely black steeple beside the river. I was damned if I'dclimb it. The hell with it. No one but Phineas could think up such a crazy idea.He of course saw nothing the slightest bit intimidating about it. He wouldn't, or wouldn'tadmit it if he did. Not Phineas.
5"What I like best about this tree," he said in that voice of his, the equivalent in sound of ahypnotist's eyes, "what I like is that it's such a cinch!" He opened his green eyes wider andgave us his maniac look, and only the smirk on his wide mouth with its droll, slightlyprotruding upper lip reassured us that he wasn't completely goofy."Is that what you like best?" I said sarcastically. I said a lot of things sarcastically thatsummer; that was my sarcastic summer, 1942."Aey-uh," he said. This weird New England affirmative—maybe it is spelled "aie-huh"—always made me laugh, as Finny knew, so I had to laugh, which made me feel less sarcasticand less scared.There were three others with us—Phineas in those days almost always moved in groups thesize of a hockey team—and they stood with me looking with masked apprehension from him tothe tree. Its soaring black trunk was set with rough wooden pegs leading up to a substantiallimb which extended farther toward the water. Standing on this limb, you could by a prodigiouseffort jump far enough out into the river for safety. So we had heard. At least the seventeenyear-oldbunch could do it; but they had a crucial year's advantage over us. No Upper Middler,which was the name for our class in the Devon <strong>School</strong>, had ever tried. Naturally Finny wasgoing to be the first to try, and just as naturally he was going to inveigle others, us, into tryingit with him.We were not even Upper Middler exactly. For this was the Summer Session, just establishedto keep up with the pace of the war. We were in shaky transit that summer from the grovelingstatus of Lower Middlers to the near-respectability of Upper Middlers. The class above,seniors, draft-bait, practically soldiers, rushed ahead of us toward the war. They were caught upin accelerated courses and first-aid programs and a physical hardening regimen, whichincluded jumping from this tree. We were still calmly, numbly reading Virgil and playing tag inthe river farther downstream. Until Finny thought of the tree.We stood looking up at it, four looks of consternation, one of excitement. "Do you want togo first?" Finny asked us, rhetorically. We just looked quietly back at him, and so he begantaking off his clothes, stripping down to his underpants. For such an extraordinary athlete—even as a Lower Middler Phineas had been the best athlete in the school—he was notspectacularly built. He was my height—five feet eight and a half inches (I had been claimingfive feet nine inches before he became my roommate, but he had said in public with thatsimple, shocking self-acceptance of his, "No, you're the same height I am, five-eight and a half.We're on the short side"). He weighed a hundred and fifty pounds, a galling ten pounds morethan I did, which flowed from his legs to torso around shoulders to arms and full strong neck inan uninterrupted, unemphatic unity of strength.He began scrambling up the wooden pegs nailed to the side of the tree, his back musclesworking like a panther's. The pegs didn't seem strong enough to hold his weight. At last hestepped onto the branch which reached a little farther toward the water. "Is this the one theyjump from?" None of us knew. "If I do it, you're all going to do it, aren't you?" We didn't sayanything very clearly. "Well," he cried out, "here's my contribution to the war effort!" and he
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