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...three weeks, prowling the spongy tundra between the Sadlerochit and Shubelik mountains, the prospectors found nothing but Eskimo and pre-Eskimo artifacts, 2,000 to 5,000 years old. Then, just two days before a plane was due to take them home, Solecki and Colleague Bert Salwen decided to prospect a knoll that looked like just the kind of place a caribou hunter might stand, with a sweeping view of the mountain valley. They were right. Half-hidden in a litter of rocks, they found 25 "choppers"-crudely edged stones with which the first visitors from Asia skinned their catch...
...Bert's Pants. Caldwell's special quality is a wonderful ease; he evokes humor or horror without bravura or its opposite, the smug underplaying that leaves the reader, at the end of so many short stories, disappointedly clutching a glazed lump of irony in the form of a souvenir ashtray. Caldwell gives away no pottery. In a leisurely way, yet wasting no time with scene-setting, he lays out his dialogue and his few spare sentences of narration. The characters take shape quickly as the story forms. At the end, amazingly often, what the reader takes away...
...settings are clay-road South and rockfield state of Maine. The best of the Maine pieces is The Corduroy Pants. Bert Fellows has sold his farm for $1,200 to Abe Mitchell, whom he has known all his life. But two weeks after the sale, Bert remembers that he has left his other pair of pants in the farmhouse attic. He asks Abe to let him fetch the pants, but Abe, although the pants are too big for him, will not let go of the windfall...
...Caldwell tells it in his appealingly basic English: "Bert went back down the road, wondering how he was going to get along without his other pair of pants. By the time Bert reached his house he was good and mad. In the first place, he did not like the way Abe Mitchell had ordered him away from his old farm, but most of all he missed his other pair of corduroys. And by bedtime he could not sit still. He walked around the kitchen mumbling to himself and trying to think of some way by which he could...
...Upstate New York. But he owed nothing to their plodding example, for Dove was a trail blazer. Long before fashions changed. Dove pointed-and painted-toward abstract expressionism. After a start as a successful magazine illustrator, he turned to illustrating inner vision rather than outer void. Wrote Humorist Bert L. Taylor of Dove...