the story of an african farm-第19章
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and frightened him horribly。 He was there; busy stealing your things。
Perhaps he will leave them alone now; but I wish the bird had trodden on
him。〃
They said no more till they reached the door of the cabin。
〃There is a candle and supper on the table。 You must eat;〃 she said
authoritatively。 〃I cannot stay with you now; lest they find out about the
bird。〃
He grasped her arm and brought his mouth close to her ear。
〃There is no God!〃 he almost hissed; 〃no God; not anywhere!〃
She started。
〃Not anywhere!〃
He ground it out between his teeth; and she felt his hot breath on her
cheek。
〃Waldo; you are mad;〃 she said; drawing herself from him; instinctively。
He loosened his grasp and turned away from her also。
In truth; is it not life's way? We fight our little battles alone; you
yours; I mine。 We must not help or find help。
When your life is most real; to me you are mad; when your agony is
blackest; I look at you and wonder。 Friendship is good; a strong stick;
but when the hour comes to lean hard; it gives。 In the day of their
bitterest need all souls are alone。
Lyndall stood by him in the dark; pityingly; wonderingly。 As he walked to
the door; she came after him。
〃Eat your supper; it will do you good;〃 she said。
She rubbed her cheek against his shoulder and then ran away。
In the front room the little woolly Kaffer girl was washing Tant Sannie's
feet in a small tub; and Bonaparte; who sat on the wooden sofa; was pulling
off his shoes and stockings that his own feet might be washed also。 There
were three candles burning in the room; and he and Tant Sannie sat close
together; with the lean Hottentot not far off; for when ghosts are about
much light is needed; there is great strength in numbers。 Bonaparte had
completely recovered from the effects of his fright in the afternoon; and
the numerous doses of brandy that it had been necessary to administer to
him to effect his restoration had put him into a singularly pleasant and
amiable mood。
〃That boy Waldo;〃 said Bonaparte; rubbing his toes; 〃took himself off
coolly this morning as soon as the wagon came; and has not done a stiver of
work all day。 I'll not have that kind of thing now I'm master of this
farm。〃
The Hottentot maid translated。
〃Ah; I expect he's sorry that his father's dead;〃 said Tant Sannie。 〃It's
nature; you know。 I cried the whole morning when my father died。 One can
always get another husband; but one can't get another father;〃 said Tant
Sannie; casting a sidelong glance at Bonaparte。
Bonaparte expressed a wish to give Waldo his orders for the next day's
work; and accordingly the little woolly…headed Kaffer was sent to call him。
After a considerable time the boy appeared; and stood in the doorway。
If they had dressed him in one of the swallow…tailed coats; and oiled his
hair till the drops fell from it; and it lay as smooth as an elder's on
sacrament Sunday; there would still have been something unanointed in the
aspect of the fellow。 As it was; standing there in his strange old
costume; his head presenting much the appearance of having been deeply
rolled in sand; his eyelids swollen; the hair hanging over his forehead;
and a dogged sullenness on his features; he presented most the appearance
of an ill…conditioned young buffalo。
〃Beloved Lord;〃 cried Tant Sannie; 〃how he looks! Come in; boy。 Couldn't
you come and say good…day to me? Don't you want some supper?〃
He said he wanted nothing; and turned his heavy eyes away from her。
〃There's a ghost been seen in your father's room;〃 said Tant Sannie。 〃If
you're afraid you can sleep in the kitchen。〃
〃I will sleep in our room;〃 said the boy slowly。
〃Well; you can go now;〃 she said; 〃but be up early to take the sheep。 The
herd〃
〃Yes; be up early; my boy;〃 interrupted Bonaparte; smiling。 〃I am to be
master of this farm now; and we shall be good friends; I trust; very good
friends; if you try to do your duty; my dear boy。〃
Waldo turned to go; and Bonaparte; looking benignly at the candle;
stretched out one unstockinged foot; over which Waldo; looking at nothing
in particular; fell with a heavy thud upon the floor。
〃Dear me! I hope you are not hurt; my boy;〃 said Bonaparte。 〃You'll have
many a harder thing than that though; before you've gone through life;〃 he
added consolingly; as Waldo picked himself up。
The lean Hottentot laughed till the room rang again; and Tant Sannie
tittered till her sides ached。
When he had gone the little maid began to wash Bonaparte's feet。
〃Oh; Lord; beloved Lord; how he did fall! I can't think of it;〃 cried Tant
Sannie; and she laughed again。 〃I always did know he was not right; but
this evening any one could see it;〃 she added; wiping the tears of mirth
from her face。 〃His eyes are as wild as if the devil was in them。 He
never was like other children。 The dear Lord knows; if he doesn't walk
alone for hours talking to himself。 If you sit in the room with him you
can see his lips moving the whole time; and if you talk to him twenty times
he doesn't hear you。 Daft…eyes; he's as mad as mad can be。〃
This repetition of the word mad conveyed meaning to Bonaparte's mind。 He
left off paddling his toes in the water。
〃Mad; mad? I know that kind of mad;〃 said Bonaparte; 〃and I know the thing
to give for it。 The front end of a little horsewhip; the tip! Nice thing;
takes it out;〃 said Bonaparte。
The Hottentot laughed; and translated。
〃No more walking about and talking to themselves on this farm now;〃 said
Bonaparte; 〃no more minding of sheep and reading of books at the same time。
The point of a horsewhip is a little thing; but I think he'll have a taste
of it before long。〃 Bonaparte rubbed his hands and looked pleasantly
across his nose; and then the three laughed together grimly。
And Waldo in his cabin crouched in the dark in a corner; with his knees
drawn up to his chin。
Chapter 1。X。 He Shows His Teeth。
Doss sat among the karoo bushes; one yellow ear drawn over his wicked
little eye; ready to flap away any adventurous fly that might settle on his
nose。 Around him in the morning sunlight fed the sheep; behind him lay his
master polishing his machine。 He found much comfort in handling it that
morning。 A dozen philosophical essays; or angelically atuned songs for the
consolation of the bereaved; could never have been to him what that little
sheep…shearing machine was that day。
After struggling to see the unseeable; growing drunk with the endeavour to
span the infinite; and writhing before the inscrutable mystery; it is a
renovating relief to turn to some simple; feelable; weighable substance; to
something which has a smell and a colour; which may be handled and turned
over this way and that。 Whether there be or be not a hereafter; whether
there be any use in calling aloud to the Unseen power; whether there be an
Unseen power to call to; whatever be the true nature of the 〃I〃 who call
and of the objects around me; whatever be our meaning; our internal
essence; our cause (and in a certain order of minds death and the agony of
loss inevitably awaken the wild desire; at other times smothered; to look
into these things); whatever be the nature of that which lies beyond the
unbroken wall which the limits of the human intellect build up on every
hand; this thing is certaina knife will cut wood; and one cogged wheel
will turn another。 This is sure。
Waldo found an immeasurable satisfaction in the handling of his machine;
but Doss winked and blinked; and thought it all frightfully monotonous out
there on the flat; and presently dropped asleep; sitting bolt upright。
Suddenly his eyes opened wide; something was coming from the direction of
the homestead。 Winking his eyes and looking intently; he perceived it was
the grey mare。 Now Doss had wondered much of late what