time enough for love-时间足够你爱(英文版)-第76章

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o　be；　talk　is　so　time…consuming。　What　he　does　have　to　be　is　a　survivor；
　　
　　*Fifth。　James　Matthew　Libby　was　her　fourth。
　　
　　a　man　who　can　force　that　pla　to　feed　him；　and　by　his　example　show　others　how…and　advise　them　if　they　want　it。
　　
　　The　first　wave　is　a　break…even；　the　captain　unloads　and　goes　back　fqr　more　migrants；　the　pla　offer　nothing　for　export　that　soon。　The　trip　has　been　paid　for　by　fares　charged　the　migrants；　profit；　if　any；　will　e　from　the　partner　on　the　ground　selling　what　else　the　ship　has　carried…mules；　hardware；　swine；　fertile　chicken　eggs…to　the　pioneers；　on　credit　at　first。　Which　means　the　partner　on　the　ground　has　to　look　sharp　and　mind　his　rear；　it　doesn't　take　much　to　convince　migrants　who　are　having　a　tough　time　that　this　bloke　is　profiteering　and　should　be　lynched。
　　
　　Minerva；　the　six　times　I　did　this…let　myself　be　left　behind　with　the　first　wave　of　a　colony…I　never　once　plowed　a　field　without　weapons　at　hand　and　I　was　always　far　more　cautious　with　my　own　breed　than　I　was　with　any　dangerous　animals　that　pla　held。
　　
　　But　on　New　Beginnings　we　were　past　most　such　hazards。　The　first　wave　had　made　it；　though　just　barely　that　terrible　first　winter…Helen　Mayberry　was　not　the　only　widow　who　had　married　a　widower　as　a　result　of　a　weather　cycle　that　Andy　Libby　and　I　had　not　anticipated；　the　star　there…called　〃the　Sun〃　as　always；　but　you　can　check　your　memories　for　catalog　designation…New　Beginnings'　Sun　was　a　variable　star　by　about　the　amount　that　old　Sol　is；　just　enough　to　give　〃unusual〃　weather…and　when　we　arrived　we　***~jt…1h~***badweather　jackpot。
　　
　　But　those　who　made　it　through　that　winter　were　tough　enough　to　stand　anything；　the　second　wave　had　a　much　easier　time。
　　
　　I　had　disposed　of　my　farm　to　migrants　of　the　second　wave　and　was　putting　my　attention　on　business　and　trade　to　build　up　a　cargo　for　the　Andy　J。　to　take　back　after　Zack　unloaded　the　third　wave…and　I　would　go　back；　too。　Go　somewhere；　that　is。　What　and　where　and　how　would　be　settled　after　I　saw　Zack。
　　
　　In　the　meantime　I　was　bored；　getting　ready　to　wind　up　my　on…pla　affairs；　and　found　this　waif　an　interesting　diversion。
　　
　　Delightful；　I　should　say。　Dora　was　a　baby　who　was　born　grown…up。　Utterly　innocent；　ignorant　in　the　fashion　that　a　small　child　necessarily　is；　but　most　intelligent　and　delighted　to　learn　anything。　There　was　no　meanness　in　her　anywhere；　Minerva；　and　I　found　her　na飗e　conversation　more　entertaining　than　most　talk　of　adults…usually　trivial　and　rarely　new。
　　
　　Helen　Mayberry　took　as　much　interest　in　Dora；　and　we　two　found　ourselves　in　loco　parentis　without　planning　it。
　　
　　We　consulted　each　other　and　kept　the　baby　girl　away　from　the　burial…some　charred　bones；　including　tiny　ones　of　the　baby　that　had　never　been　born…and　kept　her　away　from　the　memorial　service；　too。　Some　weeks　later；　when　Dora　seemed　to　be　in　good　shape　and　after　I　had　had　time　to　have　a　gravestone　cut　and　erected；　I　took　her　out　there　and　let　her　see　it。　She　could　read；　and　did…names　and　dates　of　her　parents；　and　the　single　date　for　the　baby。
　　
　　She　looked　it　over　solemnly；　then　said；　〃That　means　Mama　and　Daddy'　won't　ever　be　ing　back。　Doesn't　it？〃
　　
　　〃Yes；　Dora。〃
　　
　　〃That's　what　the　kids　at　school　said。　I　wasn't　sure。〃
　　
　　〃I　know；　dear。　Aunt　Helen　told　me。　So　I　thought　you　had　better　see　for　yourself。〃
　　
　　She　looked　again　at　the　headstone；　then　said　gravely；　〃I　see。　I　guess　I　do。　Thank　you；　Uncle　Gibbie。〃
　　
　　She　didn't　cry；　so　I　didn't　have　any　excuse　to　pick　her　up　and　console　her。　All　I　could　think　of　to　say　was：　〃Do　you　want　to　go　now；　dear？〃
　　
　　〃Yes。〃
　　
　　We　had　ridden　out　on　Buck；　but　I　had　left　him　at　the　foot　of　the　hill；　there　being　an　unwritten　rule　against　letting　mules　or　tamed　lopers　walk　on　graves。　I　asked　if　she　wanted　me　to　carry　her…piggyback；　perhaps。　She　decided　to　walk。
　　
　　Halfway　down　she　stopped。　〃Uncle　Gibbie？〃
　　
　　〃Yes；　Dora？〃
　　
　　〃Let's　not　tell　Buck　about　this。〃
　　
　　〃All　right；　Dora。〃
　　
　　〃He　might　cry。〃
　　
　　〃We　won't　tell　him；　Dora。〃
　　
　　She　did　not　say　any　more　until　we　were　back　at　Mrs。　Mayberry's　school。　Then　she　was　very　quiet　for　about　two　weeks；　and　never　mentioned　it　again　to　me；　nor…I　think…to　anyone。　She　never　asked　to　go　back　there；　although　we　went　riding　almost　every　afternoon　and　often　within　sight　of　graveyard　hill。
　　
　　About　two　Earth…years　later　the　Andy　J。　arrived；　and　Captain　Zack；　my　son　by　Phyllis；　came　down　in　the　gig　to　make　arrangements　for　landing　the　third　wave　of　migrants。　We　had　a　drink　together；　and　I　told　him　I　was　staying　over　another　trip；　and　why。　He　stared。　〃Lazarus；　you　are　out　of　your　mind。〃
　　
　　I　said　quietly：　〃Don't　call　me　Lazarus　That　name　has　had　too　much　publicity。〃
　　
　　He　said；　〃All　right。　Although　there　is　no　one　around　but　our　hostess…Mrs。　Mayberry；　did　you　say？…and　she's　gone　out　to　the　kitchen。　Look；　uh；　Gibbons；　I　was　thinking　of　making　a　couple　of　trips　to　Secundus。　Profit　in　it；　and　ways　to　invest　our　　on　Secundus…safer　than　investing　on　Earth　now；　things　being　the　way　they　are。〃
　　
　　I　agreed　that　he　was　almost　certainly　right。
　　
　　〃Yes；〃　he　said；　〃but　here's　the　point。　If　I　do；　I　won't　be　back　this　way　for；　oh；　maybe　ten　standard　years。　Or　longer。　Oh；　I　will　if　you　insist；　you're　majority　shareholder。　But　you'll　be　wasting　your　money　and　mine；　too。　Look；　Laz…　Ernest；　if　you　must　take　care　of　this　kid…though　I　don't　see　that　it's　your　obligation…e　with　me　and　bring　her　along。　You　could　put　her　in　school　on　Earth…as　long　as　you　post　bond　to　insure　that　she　leaves。　Or　perhaps　she　could　settle　on　Secundus；　although　I　don't　know　what　the　immigration　rules　are　there　now；　it's　been　a　long　time　since　I've　been　there。〃
　　
　　I　shook　my　head。　〃What's　ten　years？　I　can　hold　my　breath　that　long。　Zack；　I　want　to　see　this　child　grown　up　and　able　to　make　it　on　her　own…married；　I　hope；　but　that's　her　business。　But　I　won't　uproot　her；　she's　had　one　shock　of　that　sort　and　shouldn't　have　to　soak　up　another　while　she's　still　a　child。〃
　　
　　〃On　your　head　be　it。　You　want　me　back　in　ten　years？　Is　that　long　enough？'
　　
　　〃More　or　less　but　don't　rush。　Take　time　enough　to　show　a　profit。　If　it　takes　longer；　you'll　pick　up　a　better　cargo　here　next　time。　Something　better　than　food　and　soft　goods。〃
　　
　　Zack　said；　〃There　is　nothing　better　than　food　to　ship　to　Earth　these　days。　S鄊etime　soon　we're　going　to　have　to　stop　touching　at　Earth；　just　trade　among　the　colonies。〃
　　
　　〃As　bad　as　that？〃
　　
　　〃Pretty　bad。　They　won't　learn。　What's　this　about　trouble　over　your　bank？　Do　you　need　a　show　of　force　while　the　'Andy　J。'　is　overhead？〃
　　
　　I　shook　my　head。　〃Thanks；　Captain；　but　that's　not　the　way　to　do　it。　Or　I　would　have　to　go　along　with　you。　Force　is　an　argument　to　use　when　nothing　else　will　do　and　the　issue　is　that　important。　Instead　I'm　going　to　go　limp　on　them。〃
　　
　　Ernest　Gibbons　did　not　worry　about　his　bank。　He　never　worried　over　any　issue　less　important　than　life…and…death。
　　
　　Instead　he　applied　his　brain　to　all　problems　large　and　small　as　they　came　along；　and　enjoyed　life。
　　
　　Especially　he　enjoyed　helping　raise　Dora。　Right　after　he　acquired　her　and　the　mule　Buck…or　they　acquired　him…he　discarded　the　savage　curb　bit　Learner　had　used　（salvaging　the　metal）　and　had　the　Jones　Brothers'　harnessmaker　convert　the　bridle　into　a　hackamore。　He　ordered　also　another　saddle；　sketching　what　he　wanted　and　offering　a　bonus　for　early　delivery。　The　leathercrafter　shook　his　head　over　that　sketch；　but　delivered。
　　
　　Thereafter　Gibbons　and　the　baby　girl　rode　Buck　in　a　saddle　built　for　two：　a　man…sized　saddle　in　the　usual　position；　with　a　tiny　saddle　with　tiny　stirrups　an　integral　part　of　it　in　that　forward　position　where　a　normal　saddle　carries　its　pommel　horn。　A　little　wooden　arch；　leather　covered；　curved　up　from　this；　a　safety　bar　the　child　could　grab；　Gibbons　also　had　this　extended　saddle　fitted　with　two　belly　bands；　more　fortable　for　the　mule；　safer　on　steep　trails　for　riders。
　　
　　They　rode　that　way　several　seasons；　usually　an　hour　or　more　af