a mountain europa-第3章
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e had crossed his path…had driven him from it； in truth…that seemed unique and inexplicable。 He had been little more than amused at first； but a keen interest had been growing in him with every thought of her。 There was an indefinable charm about the girl。 She gave a new and sudden zest to his interest in mountain life； and while he worked； the incidents of the encounter on the mountain came minutely back to him till he saw her again as she rode away； her supple figure swaying with every movement of the beast； and dappled with quivering circles of sunlight from the bushes； her face calm； but still flushed with color； and her yellow hair shaking about her shoulders…not lustreless and flaxen； as hair was in the mountains； he remembered； but catching the sunlight like gold。
Almost unconsciously he laid aside his pencil and leaned from his window to lift his eyes to the dark mountain he had climbed that day。 The rude melody of an old…fashioned hymn was coming up the glen； and he recognized the thin； quavering voice of an old mountaineer； Uncle Tommy Brooks； as he was familiarly known； whose cabin stood in the midst of the camp； a pathetic contrast to the smart new houses that had sprung around it。 The old man had lived in the glen for nearly three…quarters of a century； and he； if any one； must know the girl。 With the thought； Clayton sprang through the window； and a few minutes later was at the cabin。 The old man sat whittling in the porch； joining in the song with which his wife was crooning a child to sleep within。 Clayton easily identified Europa； as he had christened her； the simple mention of her means of transport was sufficient。
Ridin' a bull； was she？ 〃 repeated the old man； laughing。 〃Well； that was Easter Hicks； old Bill Hicks' gal。 She's a sort o' connection o' mine。 Me and Bill married cousins。
She's a cur'us critter as ever I seed。 She don' seem to take atter her dad nur her mammy nother； though Bill allus had a quar streak in 'im； and was the wust man I ever seed when he was disguised by licker。 Whar does she live？ Oh； up thar； right on top o' Wolf Mountain； with her mammy。〃
Alone？
〃Yes； fer her dad ain't thar。 No； 'n' he ain't dead。 I'll tell ye〃…the old man lowered his tone…〃 thar used to be a big lot o' moonshinin' done in these parts； 'n' a raider come hyeh to see 'bout it。 Well； one mornin' he was found layin' in the road with a bullet through him。 Bill was s'picioned。 Now； I ain't a…sayin' as Bill done it； but when a whole lot more rode up thar on hosses one night； they didn't find Bill。 They hain't found him yit； fer he's out in the mountains somewhar a…hidin'。〃
〃How do they get along without him？〃 asked Clayton。
〃Why； the gal does the work。 She ploughs with that bull； and does the plantin' herself。 She kin chop wood like a man。 An' as fer shootin'； well； when huntin's good 'n' thar's shootin'…matches round…about； she don't have to buy much meat。〃
〃It's a wonder some young fellow hasn't married her。 I suppose； though； she's too young。〃
The old man laughed。 〃Thar's been many a lively young fellow that's tried it； but she's hard to ketch as a wildcat。 She won't have nothin' to do with other folks； 'n' she nuver comes down hyeh into the valley； 'cept to git her corn groun' er to shoot a turkey。 Sherd Raines goes up to see her； and folks say he air tryin' to git her into the church。 But the gal won't go nigh a meetin'…house。 She air a cur'us critter；〃 he concluded emphatically； 〃 shy as a deer till she air stirred up； and then she air a caution； mighty gentle sometimes； and ag'in stubborn as a mule。〃
A shrill； infantile scream came from within； and the old man paused a moment to listen。
〃Ye didn't know I had a great…grandchild； did ye？ That's it a…hollerin'。 Talk about Easter bein' too young to merry！ Why hit's mother air two year younger'n Easter。 Jes come in hyeh a minit。〃 The old mountaineer rose and led the way into the cabin。 Clayton was embarrassed at first。 On one bed lay a rather comely young woman with a child by her side； on a chest close by sat another with her lover； courting in the most open and primitive manner。 In the corner an old grandam dozed with her pipe； her withered face just touched by the rim of the firelight。 Near a rectangular hole in the wall which served the purpose of a window； stood a girl whose face； silhouetted against the darkness； had in it a curious mixture of childishness and maturity。
〃Whar's the baby？ 〃 asked Uncle Tommy。
Somebody outside was admiring it； and the young girl leaned through the window and lifted the infant within。
Thar's a baby fer ye！ 〃 exclaimed the old mountaineer； proudly； lifting it in the air and turning its face to the light。 But the child was peevish and fretful； and he handed it back gently。 Clayton was wondering which was the mother； when； to his amazement； almost to his confusion； the girl lifted the child calmly to her own breast。 The child was the mother of the child。 She was barely fifteen； with the face of a girl of twelve； and her motherly manner had struck him as an odd contrast。 He felt a thrill of pity for the young mother as he called to mind the aged young wives he had seen who were haggard and care…worn at thirty； and who still managed to live to an old age。 He was indefinably glad that Easter had escaped such a fate。 When he left the cabin； the old man called after him from the door：
〃Thar's goin' to be a shootin'…match among the boys to…morrer； 'n' I jedge that Easter '11 be on hand。 She al'ays is。〃
〃Is that so？ 〃 said Clayton。 〃 Well； I'll look out for it。〃
The old mountaineer lowered his voice。
〃Ye hain't thinkin' about takin' a wife； air ye？〃
〃No； no！〃
〃 Well； ef ye air；〃 said the old man； slowly； 〃I'm a…thinkin' yu'll have to buck up ag'in Sherd Raines； fer ef I hain't like a goose a…pickin' o' grass by moonshine； Sherd air atter the gal fer hisself； not fer the Lord。 Yes；〃 he continued； after a short； dry laugh； 〃'n' mebbe ye'll hav to keep an eye open fer old Bill。 They say that he air mighty low down； 'n' kind o' sorry 'n' skeery； for I reckon Sherd Raines hev told him he hav got to pay the penalty fer takin' a human life； but I wouldn't sot much on his bein' sorry ef he was mad at me and had licker in him。 He hates furriners； and he has a crazy idee that they is all raiders 'n' lookin' fer him。〃
〃I don't think I'll bother him；〃 said Clayton； turning away with a laugh。 〃Good…night t〃 With a little cackle of incredulity； the old man closed the door。 The camp had sunk now to perfect quiet； but for the faint notes of a banjo far up the glen； not a sound trembled on the night air。
The rim of the moon was just visible above the mountain on which Easter…what a pretty name that was ！…had flashed upon his vision with such theatric effect。 As its brilliant light came slowly down the dark mountain…side； the mists seemed to loosen their white arms； and to creep away like ghosts mistaking the light for dawn。 With the base of the mountain in dense shadow； its crest； uplifted through the vapors； seemed poised in the air at a startling height。 Yet it was near the crest that he had met her。 Clayton paused a moment； when he reached his door； to look again。 Where in that cloud…land could she live？
III
WHEN the great bell struck the hour of the next noon； mountaineers with long rifles across their shoulders were moving through the camp。 The glen opened into a valley； which； blocked on the east by Pine Mountain； was thus shut in on every side by wooded heights。 Here the marksmen gathered。 All were mountaineers； lank； bearded； men； coatless for the most part； and dressed in brown home…made jeans； slouched； formless hats； and high； coarse boots。 Sun and wind had tanned their faces to sympathy； in color； with their clothes； which had the dun look of the soil。 They seemed peculiarly a race of the soil； to have sprung as they were from the earth； which had left indelible stains upon them。 All carried long rifles； old…fashioned and home…made； some even with flint…locks。 It was Saturday； and many of their wives had come with them to the camp。 These stood near； huddled into a listless group； with their faces half hidden in check
