第 8 节
作者:指环王      更新:2021-02-19 21:13      字数:9322
  sedate glory of an English park。  Here he found himself; restricted
  painfully by his inconsistent night…clothes; endeavoring to impress
  his mother and sisters with the singular virtues and excellences of
  his American host and hostessesvirtues and excellences that he
  himself was beginning to feel conscious had become more or less
  apocryphal in that atmosphere。  He heard his mother's voice saying
  severely; 〃When you learn; Francis; to respect the opinions and
  prejudices of your family enough to prevent your appearing before
  them in this uncivilized aboriginal costume; we will listen to what
  you have to say of the friends whose habits you seem to have
  adopted;〃 and he was frantically indignant that his efforts to
  convince them that his negligence was a personal oversight; and not
  a Californian custom; were utterly futile。  But even then this
  vision was brushed away by the bewildering sweep of Louise's pretty
  skirt across the dreamy picture; and her delicate features and
  softly…fringed eyes remained the last to slip from his fading
  consciousness。
  The moon rose higher and higher above the sleeping house and softly
  breathing canyon。  There was nothing to mar the idyllic repose of
  the landscape; only the growing light of the last two hours had
  brought out in the far eastern horizon a dim white peak; that
  gleamed faintly among the stars; like a bridal couch spread between
  the hills fringed with fading nuptial torches。  No one would have
  believed that behind that impenetrable shadow to the west; in the
  heart of the forest; the throbbing saw…mill of James Bradley was
  even at that moment eating its destructive way through the
  conserved growth of Nature and centuries; and that the refined
  proprietor of house and greenwood; with the glow of his furnace
  fires on his red shirt; and his alert; intelligent eyes; was the
  genie of that devastation; and the toiling leader of the shadowy;
  toiling figures around him。
  CHAPTER III。
  Amid the beauty of the most uncultivated and untrodden wilderness
  there are certain localities where the meaner and mere common
  processes of Nature take upon themselves a degrading likeness to
  the slovenly; wasteful; and improvident processes of man。  The
  unrecorded land…slip disintegrating a whole hillside will not only
  lay bare the delicate framework of strata and deposit to the vulgar
  eye; but hurl into the valley a debris so monstrous and unlovely as
  to shame even the hideous ruins left by dynamite; hydraulic; or
  pick and shovel; an overflown and forgotten woodland torrent will
  leave in some remote hollow a disturbed and ungraceful chaos of
  inextricable logs; branches; rock; and soil that will rival the
  unsavory details of some wrecked or abandoned settlement。  Of
  lesser magnitude and importance; there are certain natural dust…
  heaps; sinks; and cesspools; where the elements have collected the
  cast…off; broken; and frayed disjecta of wood and fieldthe
  sweepings of the sylvan household。  It was remarkable that Nature;
  so kindly considerate of mere human ruins; made no attempt to cover
  up or disguise these monuments of her own mortality: no grass grew
  over the unsightly landslides; no moss or ivy clothed the stripped
  and bleached skeletons of overthrown branch and tree; the dead
  leaves and withered husks rotted in their open grave uncrossed by
  vine and creeper。  Even the animals; except the lower organizations;
  shunned those haunts of decay and ruin。
  It was scarcely a hundred yards from one of those dreary
  receptacles that Mr。 Bradley had taken leave of Miss Minty Sharpe。
  The cabin occupied by her father; herself; and a younger brother
  stood; in fact; on the very edge of the little hollow; which was
  partly filled with decayed wood; leaves; and displacements of the
  crumbling bank; with the coal dust and ashes which Mr。 Sharpe had
  added from his forge; that stood a few paces distant at the corner
  of a cross…road。  The occupants of the cabin had also contributed
  to the hollow the refuse of their household in broken boxes;
  earthenware; tin cans; and cast…off clothing; and it is not
  improbable that the site of the cabin was chosen with reference to
  this convenient disposal of useless and encumbering impedimenta。
  It was true that the locality offered little choice in the way of
  beauty。  An outcrop of brown granitea portent of higher
  altitudesextended a quarter of a mile from the nearest fringe of
  dwarf laurel and 〃brush〃 in one direction; in the other an advanced
  file of Bradley's woods had suffered from some long…forgotten fire;
  and still raised its blackened masts and broken stumps over the
  scorched and arid soil; swept of older underbrush and verdure。  On
  the other side of the road a dark ravine; tangled with briers and
  haunted at night by owls and wild cats; struggled wearily on; until
  blundering at last upon the edge of the Great Canyon; it slipped
  and lost itself forever in a single furrow of those mighty flanks。
  When Bradley had once asked Sharpe why he had not built his house
  in the ravine; the blacksmith had replied: 〃That until the Lord had
  appointed his time; he reckoned to keep his head above ground and
  the foundations thereof。〃  Howbeit; the ravine; or the 〃run;〃 as it
  was locally known; was Minty's only Saturday afternoon resort for
  recreation or berries。  〃It was;〃 she had explained; 〃pow'ful
  soothin'; and solitary。〃
  She entered the housea rude; square building of unpainted boards
  containing a sitting…room; a kitchen; and two bedrooms。  A glance
  at these rooms; which were plainly furnished; and whose canvas…
  colored walls were adorned with gorgeous agricultural implement
  circulars; patent medicine calendars; with polytinted chromos and
  cheaply…illuminated Scriptural texts; showed her that a certain
  neatness and order had been preserved during her absence; and;
  finding the house empty; she crossed the barren and blackened
  intervening space between the back door and her father's forge; and
  entered the open shed。  The light was fading from the sky; but the
  glow of the forge lit up the dusty road before it; and accented the
  blackness of the rocky ledge beyond。  A small curly…headed boy;
  bearing a singular likeness to a smudged and blackened crayon
  drawing of Minty; was mechanically blowing the bellows and obviously
  intent upon something else; while her fathera powerfully built
  man; with a quaintly dissatisfied expression of countenancewas
  with equal want of interest mechanically hammering at a horseshoe。
  Without noticing Minty's advent; he lazily broke into a querulous
  drawling chant of some vague religious character:
  〃O tur…ren; sinner; tur…ren。
  For the Lord bids you turnah!
  O tur…ren; sinner; tur…ren。
  Why will you die?〃
  The musical accent adapted itself to the monotonous fall of the
  sledge…hammer; and at every repetition of the word 〃turn〃 he suited
  the action to the word by turning the horseshoe with the iron in
  his left hand。  A slight grunt at the end of every stroke; and the
  simultaneous repetition of 〃turn〃 seemed to offer him amusement and
  relief。  Minty; without speaking; crossed the shop; and administered
  a sound box on her brother's ear。  〃Take that; and let me ketch you
  agen layin' low when my back's turned; to put on your store pants。〃
  〃The others had fetched away in the laig;〃 said the boy; opposing a
  knee and elbow at acute angle to further attack。
  〃You jest get and change 'em;〃 said Minty。
  The sudden collapse of the bellows broke in upon the soothing
  refrain of Mr。 Sharpe; and caused him to turn also。
  〃It's Minty;〃 he said; replacing the horseshoe on the coals; and
  setting his powerful arms and the sledge on the anvil with an
  exaggerated expression of weariness。
  〃Yes; it's me;〃 said Minty; 〃and Creation knows it's time I DID
  come; to keep that boy from ruinin' us with his airs and conceits。〃
  〃Did ye bring over any o' that fever mixter?〃
  〃No。  Bradley sez you're loading yerself up with so much o' that
  bitter barkkuinine they call it over therethat you'll lift the
  ruff off your head next。  He allows ye ain't got no ague; it's jest
  wind and dyspepsy。  He sez yer's strong ez a hoss。〃
  〃Bradley;〃 said Sharpe; laying aside his sledge with an aggrieved
  manner which was; however; as complacent as his fatigue and
  discontent; 〃ez one of them nat'ral born finikin skunks ez I
  despise。  I reckon he began to give p'ints to his parents when he
  was about knee…high to Richelieu there。  He's on them confidential
  terms with hisself and the Almighty that he reckons he ken run a
  saw…mill and a man's insides at the same time with one hand tied
  behind him。  And this finikin is up to his conceit: he wanted to
  tell me that that yer handy brush dump outside our shanty was
  unhealthy。  Give a man with frills like that his own way and he'd
  be a sprinkling odor cologne and peppermint all over the country。〃
  〃He set your sh