the story of an african farm-第2章
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warm and the room close; and she dreamed bad dreams。 Not of the ghosts and
devils that so haunted her waking thoughts; not of her second husband the
consumptive Englishman; whose grave lay away beyond the ostrich…camps; nor
of her first; the young Boer; but only of the sheep's trotters she had
eaten for supper that night。 She dreamed that one stuck fast in her
throat; and she rolled her huge form from side to side; and snorted
horribly。
In the next room; where the maid had forgotten to close the shutter; the
white moonlight fell in in a flood; and made it light as day。 There were
two small beds against the wall。 In one lay a yellow…haired child; with a
low forehead and a face of freckles; but the loving moonlight hid defects
here as elsewhere; and showed only the innocent face of a child in its
first sweet sleep。
The figure in the companion bed belonged of right to the moonlight; for it
was of quite elfin…like beauty。 The child had dropped her cover on the
floor; and the moonlight looked in at the naked little limbs。 Presently
she opened her eyes and looked at the moonlight that was bathing her。
〃Em!〃 she called to the sleeper in the other bed; but received no answer。
Then she drew the cover from the floor; turned her pillow; and pulling the
sheet over her head; went to sleep again。
Only in one of the outbuildings that jutted from the wagon…house there was
some one who was not asleep。
The room was dark; door and shutter were closed; not a ray of light entered
anywhere。 The German overseer; to whom the room belonged; lay sleeping
soundly on his bed in the corner; his great arms folded; and his bushy grey
and black beard rising and falling on his breast。 But one in the room was
not asleep。 Two large eyes looked about in the darkness; and two small
hands were smoothing the patchwork quilt。 The boy; who slept on a box
under the window; had just awakened from his first sleep。 He drew the
quilt up to his chin; so that little peered above it but a great head of
silky black curls and the two black eyes。 He stared about in the darkness。
Nothing was visible; not even the outline of one worm…eaten rafter; nor of
the deal table; on which lay the Bible from which his father had read
before they went to bed。 No one could tell where the toolbox was; and
where the fireplace。 There was something very impressive to the child in
the complete darkness。
At the head of his father's bed hung a great silver hunting watch。 It
ticked loudly。 The boy listened to it; and began mechanically to count。
Ticktickone; two; three; four! He lost count presently; and only
listened。 Ticktickticktick!
It never waited; it went on inexorably; and every time it ticked a man
died! He raised himself a little on his elbow and listened。 He wished it
would leave off。
How many times had it ticked since he came to lie down? A thousand times;
a million times; perhaps。
He tried to count again; and sat up to listen better。
〃Dying; dying; dying!〃 said the watch; 〃dying; dying; dying!〃
He heard it distinctly。 Where were they going to; all those people?
He lay down quickly; and pulled the cover up over his head: but presently
the silky curls reappeared。
〃Dying; dying; dying!〃 said the watch; 〃dying; dying; dying!〃
He thought of the words his father had read that evening〃For wide is the
gate; and broad is the way; that leadeth to destruction and many there be
which go in thereat。〃
〃Many; many; many!〃 said the watch。
〃Because strait is the gate; and narrow is the way; that leadeth unto life;
and few there be that find it。〃
〃Few; few; few!〃 said the watch。
The boy lay with his eyes wide open。 He saw before him a long stream of
people; a great dark multitude; that moved in one direction; then they came
to the dark edge of the world and went over。 He saw them passing on before
him; and there was nothing that could stop them。 He thought of how that
stream had rolled on through all the long ages of the pasthow the old
Greeks and Romans had gone over; the countless millions of China and India;
they were going over now。 Since he had come to bed; how many had gone!
And the watch said; 〃Eternity; eternity; eternity!〃
〃Stop them! stop them!〃 cried the child。
And all the while the watch kept ticking on; just like God's will; that
never changes or alters; you may do what you please。
Great beads of perspiration stood on the boy's forehead。 He climbed out of
bed and lay with his face turned to the mud floor。
〃Oh; God; God! save them!〃 he cried in agony。 〃Only some; only a few!
Only for each moment I am praying here one!〃 He folded his little hands
upon his head。 〃God! God! save them!〃
He grovelled on the floor。
Oh; the long; long ages of the past; in which they had gone over! Oh; the
long; long future; in which they would pass away! Oh; God! the long; long;
long eternity; which has no end!
The child wept; and crept closer to the ground。
。。。
The Sacrifice。
The farm by daylight was not as the farm by moonlight。 The plain was a
weary flat of loose red sand; sparsely covered by dry karoo bushes; that
cracked beneath the tread like tinder; and showed the red earth everywhere。
Here and there a milk…bush lifted its pale…coloured rods; and in every
direction the ants and beetles ran about in the blazing sand。 The red
walls of the farmhouse; the zinc roofs of the outbuildings; the stone walls
of the kraals; all reflected the fierce sunlight; till the eye ached and
blenched。 No tree or shrub was to be seen far or near。 The two sunflowers
that stood before the door; out…stared by the sun; drooped their brazen
faces to the sand; and the little cicada…like insects cried aloud among the
stones of the kopje。
The Boer…woman; seen by daylight; was even less lovely than when; in bed;
she rolled and dreamed。 She sat on a chair in the great front room; with
her feet on a wooden stove; and wiped her flat face with the corner of her
apron; and drank coffee; and in Cape Dutch swore that the beloved weather
was damned。 Less lovely; too; by daylight was the dead Englishman's child;
her little stepdaughter; upon whose freckles and low; wrinkled forehead the
sunlight had no mercy。
〃Lyndall;〃 the child said to her little orphan cousin; who sat with her on
the floor threading beads; 〃how is it your beads never fall off your
needle?〃
〃I try;〃 said the little one gravely; moistening her tiny finger。 〃That is
why。〃
The overseer; seen by daylight; was a huge German; wearing a shabby suit;
and with a childish habit of rubbing his hands and nodding his head
prodigiously when pleased at anything。 He stood out at the kraals in the
blazing sun; explaining to two Kaffer boys the approaching end of the
world。 The boys; as they cut the cakes of dung; winked at each other; and
worked as slowly as they possibly could; but the German never saw it。
Away; beyond the kopje; Waldo his son herded the ewes and lambsa small
and dusty herdpowdered all over from head to foot with red sand; wearing
a ragged coat and shoes of undressed leather; through whose holes the toes
looked out。 His hat was too large; and had sunk down to his eyes;
concealing completely the silky black curls。 It was a curious small
figure。 His flock gave him little trouble。 It was too hot for them to
move far; they gathered round every little milk…bush; as though they hoped
to find shade; and stood there motionless in clumps。 He himself crept
under a shelving rock that lay at the foot of the kopje; stretched himself
on his stomach; and waved his dilapidated little shoes in the air。
Soon; from the blue bag where he kept his dinner; he produced a fragment of
slate; an arithmetic; and a pencil。 Proceeding to put down a sum with
solemn and earnest demeanour; he began to add it up aloud: 〃Six and two is
eightand four is twelveand tw