Snap: A legend of the Lone Mountain — Context and Discussion
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I. FERNHALL V. LOAMSHIRE II. 'MOP FAUCIBUS HÆSIT' III. SNAP'S REDEMPTION IV. THE FERNHALL GHOST V. THE ADMIRAL'S 'SOCK-DOLLAGER' VI. THE BLOW FALLS VII. LEAVE LIVERPOOL VIII. THE MANIAC IX. 'THAT BAKING POWDER' X. AFTER SCRUB CATTLE XI. BRINGING HOME THE BEAR XII. BRANDING THE 'SCRUBBER' XIII. WINTER COMES WITH THE 'WAVIES' XIV. A NIGHT OF ADVENTURE XV. FOUNDING 'BULL PINE' FIRM XVI. BEARS XVII. IN THE BRÛLÊ XVIII. THE LOSS OF 'THE CRADLE' XIX. THE GAMBLERS 'PUT UP' XX. LONE MOUNTAIN XXI. AT THE TOP XXII. AT THE END OF THE ROPE XXIII. READING THE WILL XXIV. SNAP'S SACRIFICE XXV. THE FLIGHT OF THE CROWS XXVI. SNAP'S STORY XXVII. CONCLUSION
IN THE CHIMNEY . . . _Frontispiece_ [missing from source book]
'GOOD-BYE' [missing from source book]
TONY AND THE SCRUBBER
ON THE FACE OF THE CLIFF
FERNHALL _v._ LOAMSHIRE
'What on earth shall we do, Winthrop?' asked one of the Fernhall Eleven of a big fair-faced lad, who seemed to be its captain.
'Do! I'll be shot if I know, Wyndham,' he replied. 'It is bad enough to be a bat short, but really I don't know that we _can_ spare a bowler.'
'Ah, well,' suggested another of the group, 'though Hales did very well for the Twenty-two, it isn't quite the same thing bowling against such a team as Loamshire brings down; he might not "come off" after all, don't you know.'
A quiet grin spread over the captain's face. No one knew better than he did the spirit which prompted Poynter's last remark.
Good bowler though he was, Poynter had often been a sad thorn in Winthrop's side. If you put him on first with the wind in his favour, Poynter would be beautifully good-tempered, and bowl sometimes like a very Spofforth. Only then sometimes he wouldn't! Sometimes an irreverent batsman from Loamshire who had never heard of Poynter's break from the leg would hit him incontinently for six, and perhaps do it twice in one over. Then Poynter got angry. His arms began to work like a windmill. He tried to bowl rather faster than Spofforth ever did; about three times as fast as Nature ever meant John Poynter to. The result of this was always the same. First he pitched them short, and the delighted batsman cut them for three; then he pitched them up, and that malicious person felt a thrill of pleasure go through his whole body as he either drove them or got them away to square leg. Then Winthrop had to take him off. This was when the trouble began. Sullenly Poynter would take his place in the field--and it was not every place in the field which suited him. If you put him in the deep field, he growled at the folly which risked straining a bowler's arm by shying. If you put him close in, he grumbled at the risk he ran of having those dexterous fingers of his damaged by a sharp cut or a 'sweet' drive. For of course he always expected to be put on again, and from the time that he reached his place until the time that he was again put into possession of the ball he did nothing but watch his rival with malicious envy, making a mental bowling analysis for him, in which he took far more note of the hits (or wides if there were any) than he did of the maiden overs which were bowled.
But Frank Winthrop was a diplomatist, as a cricket captain should be, so, though he grinned, he only replied, 'That's true enough, Poynter, but I must have some ordinary straight stuff, such as Hales's, to rest you and Rolles, and put these fellows off their guard against your curly ones.'
'Yes, I suppose it is a mistake to bowl a fellow good balls all the time. It makes him play too carefully,' replied the self-satisfied Poynter.
'Well, but, Winthrop,' insisted the first speaker, 'if you don't do without a change bowler, what will you do? That other fellow in the Twenty-two doesn't bowl well enough, but there are lots of them useful bats.'
'I know all that, but I've made up my mind,' replied the young autocrat. 'I shall play a man short, if I can't persuade Trout' (an irreverent sobriquet for their head-master) 'to let Snap Hales off in time.'
When a captain of a school eleven says that he has made up his mind, the intervention of anyone less than a head-master is useless, so that no one protested.
As the group broke up Wyndham put his arm through Winthrop's, and together they strolled towards the door of the school-house.
'Are you going up to see "the head," Major?' he asked.
The novel begins not in the Rocky Mountains but on an English cricket field, where the Fernhall Eleven fret over a missing batsman. The captain, Winthrop, is described through the narrator's wry observation of teammate Poynter's temperamental bowling: "If you put him on first with the wind in his favour, Poynter would be beautifully good-tempered." This opening establishes a voice that is both precise about sport and gently ironic about human nature. The reader is thus primed for a story that values character as much as action, and that may shift between English manners and wilderness adventure.
From Cricket to Cougar: The Shift in Setting
The table of contents shows a clear geographical and tonal arc: early chapters like "Fernhall v. Loamshire" and "The Fernhall Ghost" give way to "Leave Liverpool" and then "After Scrub Cattle," "Bringing Home the Bear," and "Lone Mountain." The excerpts confirm this transition. The cricket chapter uses a leisurely, detailed style focused on team dynamics and individual quirks. By contrast, the later excerpt describing Snap's encounter with a mountain lion is taut and sensory: "the long snake-like figure of the mountain lion come in long bounds across the snow." The prose becomes more urgent, with short clauses and vivid physical detail. A first reader should note how the author modulates pace and diction to match the environment—from the measured rhythms of English sport to the stark, immediate dangers of the Canadian Rockies.
Snap's Character Through Action and Silence
The excerpts reveal Snap primarily through what he does and what is said about him, rather than through interior monologue. In the cricket chapter, he is absent—the missing player—and discussed by others. Later, during the lion hunt, his actions are decisive: he faces the beast, fires his Winchester, and skins the panther. Yet the narrative also notes moments of stillness: after the kill, he and old Wharton "rode home almost in silence, for the spell of the night was upon them." This combination of competence and receptiveness to nature suggests a protagonist who is both practical and reflective. The reader should watch for how Snap's responses to crisis and to landscape develop across the novel, especially in the chapters titled "Snap's Redemption" and "Snap's Sacrifice."
The Lone Mountain as a Narrative Focus
The subtitle "A Legend of the Lone Mountain" points to a central geographical and symbolic feature. The table of contents reserves three chapters for it: "Lone Mountain," "At the Top," and "At the End of the Rope." The excerpts do not describe the mountain itself, but the surrounding landscape is rendered with care. The description of winter silence—"Almost everything sleeps: trees in their robes of snow, the bear in his cave, the streams in their bonds of ice"—builds a sense of isolation and latent threat. The Aurora Borealis is depicted as "great flames of rosy red" that "reached like the fingers of some great hand across the heavens." These passages suggest that the mountain will be a site of both physical challenge and quasi-mythic encounter, consistent with the word "legend" in the title.
Narrative Gaps and the Reader's Role
The author occasionally signals jumps in time, as in Chapter XV: "I must ask my readers to skip nine months or so." This direct address reminds the reader that the story is selectively told, focusing on key episodes rather than continuous chronicle. The excerpts also leave questions unanswered. Why does Snap leave England? What is the "blow" that falls in Chapter VI? How does the ranche sale in Chapter XV affect him? The reader must infer motives from action and dialogue. The chapter titles hint at dramatic events—"The Maniac," "The Loss of 'The Cradle'," "Snap's Sacrifice"—but the excerpts provide only fragments. A first reading should treat these gaps as invitations to speculate, trusting that later chapters will illuminate earlier ones.
Voice and Humor in the Opening
The cricket chapter establishes a narrator who is fond of understatement and character comedy. Poynter's bowling is described with a mock-heroic tone: "He tried to bowl rather faster than Spofforth ever did; about three times as fast as Nature ever meant John Poynter to." The dedication to "Small Clive" is similarly playful, warning that if the boy does not "be brave and go straight," the father will "give you gyp." This voice persists even in the wilderness sections, though it becomes more subdued. The reader should attend to how humor functions in the novel—whether it softens danger, reveals character, or provides relief. The contrast between the opening's light irony and the later life-or-death stakes is one of the book's structural pleasures.
Because the excerpts cover only the beginning and a few later passages, the reader should approach the novel as a series of episodes whose connections become clear only gradually. Pay attention to recurring motifs—silence, the color red, the word "snap" itself—and to how the English and Canadian settings comment on each other. The illustrations by H. G. Willink, listed in the contents, may also offer clues to key scenes. Let the gaps in the text work as they were intended: as prompts for curiosity rather than obstacles.
That book lingered with me mostly for its quiet shifts—the way a wide prairie scene slowly tightens into something predatory. It felt like sitting with a familiar ache. I think of Fiander's Widow: A Novel — Edition Insights the same way, how restraint in a voice can hold more than any outburst. Some stories simply stay, without asking anything of you.
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