hemingway, ernest - islands in the stream-第2章
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n June and July。 Hurricanes； too； might come in September and October and even in early November and there could be freak tropical storms any time from June on。 But the true hurricane months have fine weather when there are no storms。
Thomas Hudson had studied tropical storms for many years and he could tell from the sky when there was a tropical disturbance long before his barometer showed its presence。 He knew how to plot storms and the precautions that should be taken against them。 He knew too what it was to live through a hurricane with the other people of the island and the bond that the hurricane made between all people who had been through it。 He also knew that hurricanes could be so bad that nothing could live through them。 He always thought； though； that if there was ever one that bad he would like to be there for it and go with the house if she went。
The house felt almost as much like a ship as a house。 Placed there to ride out storms； it was built into the island as though it were a part of it； but you saw the sea from all the windows and there was good cross ventilation so that you slept cool on the hottest nights。 The house was painted white to be cool in the summer and it could be seen from a long way out in the Gulf Stream。 It was the highest thing on the island except for the long planting of tall casuarina trees that were the first thing you saw as you raised the island out of the sea。 Soon after you saw the dark blur of casuarina trees above the line of the sea； you would see the white bulk of the house。 Then； as you came closer； you raised the whole length of the island with the coconut palms； the clapboarded houses； the white line of the beach； and the green of the South Island stretching beyond it。 Thomas Hudson never saw the house； there on that island； but that the sight of her made him happy。 He always thought of the house as her exactly as he would have thought of a ship。 In the winter； when the northers blew and it was really cold； the house was warm and comfortable because it had the only fireplace on the island。 It was a big open fireplace and Thomas Hudson burned driftwood in it。
He had a big pile of driftwood stacked against the south wall of the house。 It was whitened by the sun and sand…scoured by the wind and he would become fond of different pieces so that he would hate to burn them。 But there was always more driftwood along the beach after the big storms and he found it was fun to burn even the pieces he was fond of。 He knew the sea would sculpt more； and on a cold night he would sit in the big chair in front of the fire； reading by the lamp that stood on the heavy plank table and look up while he was reading to hear the northwester blowing outside and the crashing of the surf and watch the great； bleached pieces of driftwood burning。
Sometimes he would put the lamp out and lie on the rug on the floor and watch the edges of color that the sea salt and the sand in the wood made in the flame as they burned。 On the floor his eyes were even with the line of the burning wood and he could see the line of the flame when it left the wood and it made him both sad and happy。 All wood that burned affected him in this way。 But burning driftwood did something to him that he could not define。 He thought that it was probably wrong to burn it when he was so fond of it； but he felt no guilt about it。
As he lay on the floor he felt under the wind although； really； the wind whipped at the lower corners of the house and at the lowest grass on the island and into the roots of the sea grass and the cockleburs and into the sand itself。 On the floor he could feel the pounding of the surf the way he remembered feeling the firing of heavy guns when he had lain on the earth close by some battery a long time ago when he had been a boy。
The fireplace was a great thing in winter and through all the other months he looked at it with affection and thought how it would be when winter came again。 Winter was the best of all seasons on the island and he looked forward to it through all the rest of the year。
II
WINTER WAS OVER and spring was nearly gone when Thomas Hudsonˇs boys came to the island that year。 It had been arranged for the three of them to meet in New York to come down together on the train and then fly over from the Mainland。 There had been the usual difficulties with the mother of two of the boys。 She had planned a European trip saying nothing； of course； to the boysˇ father when she planned it； and she wanted the boys for the summer。 He could have them for the Christmas holidays； after Christmas of course。 Christmas itself would be spent with her。
Thomas Hudson was familiar with the pattern by now and finally there was the usual compromise。 The two younger boys would come to the island to visit their father for five weeks and then leave to sail from New York； student class； on a French Line boat to join their mother in Paris where she would have bought a few necessary clothes。 They would be in the charge of their older brother； young Tom； on the trip。 Young Tom would then join his mother； who was making a picture in the south of France。
Young Tomˇs mother had not asked for him and would have liked him to be at the island with his father。 But she would love to see him and it was a fair compromise with the unmalleable decision of the other boysˇ mother。 She was a delightful and charming woman who had never altered a plan that she had made in her life。 Her plans were always made in secret； like those of a good general； and they were as rigidly enforced。 A compromise might be effected。 But never a basic change in a plan whether that plan was conceived in a sleepless night or on an angry morning or on a gin…aided evening。
A plan was a plan and a decision was truly a decision and knowing all this and having been well educated in the usages of divorce； Thomas Hudson was happy that a compromise had been made and that the children were coming for five weeks。 If five weeks is what we get； he thought； that is what we draw。 Five weeks is a good long time to be with people that you love and would wish to be with always。 But why did I ever leave Tomˇs mother in the first place？ Youˇd better not think about that； he told himself。 That is one thing you had better not think about。 And these are fine children that you got from the other one。 Very strange and very complicated and you know how many of their good qualities come from her。 She is a fine woman and you never should have left her either。 Then he said to himself； Yes。 I had to。
But he did not worry much about any of it。 He had long ago ceased to worry and he had exorcised guilt with work insofar as he could； and all he cared about now was that the boys were coming over and that they should have a good summer。 Then he would go back to work。
He had been able to replace almost everything except the children with work and the steady normal working life he had built on the island。 He believed he had made something there that would last and that would hold him。 Now when he was lonesome for Paris he would remember Paris instead of going there。 He did the same thing with all of Europe and much of Asia and of Africa。
He remembered what Renoir had said when they told him that Gauguin had gone to Tahiti to paint。 ¨Why does he have to spend so much money to go so far away to paint when one paints so well here at the Batignolles？〃 It was better in French； ¨quand on peint si bien aux Batignolles；〃 and Thomas Hudson thought of the island as his quartier and he was settled in it and knew his neighbors and worked as hard as he had ever worked in Paris when young Tom had been a baby。
Sometimes he would leave the island to fish off Cuba or to go to the mountains in the fall。 But he had rented the ranch that he owned in Montana because the best time out there was the summer and the fall and now the boys always had to go to school in the fall。
He had to go to New York occasionally to see his dealer。 But more often now his dealer came down to see him and took canvases north with him。 He was well established as a painter and he was respected both in Europe and in his own country。 He had a regular income from oil leases on land his grandfather had ow
