第 2 节
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做男人挺好的 更新:2021-02-20 15:18 字数:9322
reality he was penetrating deeper and deeper into the mysterious
heart of the unexplored island。 That night; crawling in among the
twisted roots of a banyan tree; he had slept from exhaustion while
the mosquitoes had had their will of him。
Followed days and nights that were vague as nightmares in his
memory。 One clear vision he remembered was of suddenly finding
himself in the midst of a bush village and watching the old men and
children fleeing into the jungle。 All had fled but one。 From
close at hand and above him; a whimpering as of some animal in pain
and terror had startled him。 And looking up he had seen her … a
girl; or young woman rather; suspended by one arm in the cooking
sun。 Perhaps for days she had so hung。 Her swollen; protruding
tongue spoke as much。 Still alive; she gazed at him with eyes of
terror。 Past help; he decided; as he noted the swellings of her
legs which advertised that the joints had been crushed and the
great bones broken。 He resolved to shoot her; and there the vision
terminated。 He could not remember whether he had or not; any more
than could he remember how he chanced to be in that village; or how
he succeeded in getting away from it。
Many pictures; unrelated; came and went in Bassett's mind as he
reviewed that period of his terrible wanderings。 He remembered
invading another village of a dozen houses and driving all before
him with his shot…gun save; for one old man; too feeble to flee;
who spat at him and whined and snarled as he dug open a ground…oven
and from amid the hot stones dragged forth a roasted pig that
steamed its essence deliciously through its green…leaf wrappings。
It was at this place that a wantonness of savagery had seized upon
him。 Having feasted; ready to depart with a hind…quarter of the
pig in his hand; he deliberately fired the grass thatch of a house
with his burning glass。
But seared deepest of all in Bassett's brain; was the dank and
noisome jungle。 It actually stank with evil; and it was always
twilight。 Rarely did a shaft of sunlight penetrate its matted roof
a hundred feet overhead。 And beneath that roof was an aerial ooze
of vegetation; a monstrous; parasitic dripping of decadent life…
forms that rooted in death and lived on death。 And through all
this he drifted; ever pursued by the flitting shadows of the
anthropophagi; themselves ghosts of evil that dared not face him in
battle but that knew that; soon or late; they would feed on him。
Bassett remembered that at the time; in lucid moments; he had
likened himself to a wounded bull pursued by plains' coyotes too
cowardly to battle with him for the meat of him; yet certain of the
inevitable end of him when they would be full gorged。 As the
bull's horns and stamping hoofs kept off the coyotes; so his shot…
gun kept off these Solomon Islanders; these twilight shades of
bushmen of the island of Guadalcanal。
Came the day of the grass lands。 Abruptly; as if cloven by the
sword of God in the hand of God; the jungle terminated。 The edge
of it; perpendicular and as black as the infamy of it; was a
hundred feet up and down。 And; beginning at the edge of it; grew
the grass … sweet; soft; tender; pasture grass that would have
delighted the eyes and beasts of any husbandman and that extended;
on and on; for leagues and leagues of velvet verdure; to the
backbone of the great island; the towering mountain range flung up
by some ancient earth…cataclysm; serrated and gullied but not yet
erased by the erosive tropic rains。 But the grass! He had crawled
into it a dozen yards; buried his face in it; smelled it; and
broken down in a fit of involuntary weeping。
And; while he wept; the wonderful sound had pealed forth … if by
PEAL; he had often thought since; an adequate description could be
given of the enunciation of so vast a sound melting sweet。 Sweet
it was; as no sound ever heard。 Vast it was; of so mighty a
resonance that it might have proceeded from some brazen…throated
monster。 And yet it called to him across that leagues…wide
savannah; and was like a benediction to his long…suffering; pain
racked spirit。
He remembered how he lay there in the grass; wet…cheeked but no
longer sobbing; listening to the sound and wondering that he had
been able to hear it on the beach of Ringmanu。 Some freak of air
pressures and air currents; he reflected; had made it possible for
the sound to carry so far。 Such conditions might not happen again
in a thousand days or ten thousand days; but the one day it had
happened had been the day he landed from the NARI for several
hours' collecting。 Especially had he been in quest of the famed
jungle butterfly; a foot across from wing…tip to wing…tip; as
velvet…dusky of lack of colour as was the gloom of the roof; of
such lofty arboreal habits that it resorted only to the jungle roof
and could be brought down only by a dose of shot。 It was for this
purpose that Sagawa had carried the ten…gauge shot…gun。
Two days and nights he had spent crawling across that belt of grass
land。 He had suffered much; but pursuit had ceased at the jungle…
edge。 And he would have died of thirst had not a heavy
thunderstorm revived him on the second day。
And then had come Balatta。 In the first shade; where the savannah
yielded to the dense mountain jungle; he had collapsed to die。 At
first she had squealed with delight at sight of his helplessness;
and was for beating his brain out with a stout forest branch。
Perhaps it was his very utter helplessness that had appealed to
her; and perhaps it was her human curiosity that made her refrain。
At any rate; she had refrained; for he opened his eyes again under
the impending blow; and saw her studying him intently。 What
especially struck her about him were his blue eyes and white skin。
Coolly she had squatted on her hams; spat on his arm; and with her
finger…tips scrubbed away the dirt of days and nights of muck and
jungle that sullied the pristine whiteness of his skin。
And everything about her had struck him especially; although there
was nothing conventional about her at all。 He laughed weakly at
the recollection; for she had been as innocent of garb as Eve
before the fig…leaf adventure。 Squat and lean at the same time;
asymmetrically limbed; string…muscled as if with lengths of
cordage; dirt…caked from infancy save for casual showers; she was
as unbeautiful a prototype of woman as he; with a scientist's eye;
had ever gazed upon。 Her breasts advertised at the one time her
maturity and youth; and; if by nothing else; her sex was advertised
by the one article of finery with which she was adorned; namely a
pig's tail; thrust though a hole in her left ear…lobe。 So lately
had the tail been severed; that its raw end still oozed blood that
dried upon her shoulder like so much candle…droppings。 And her
face! A twisted and wizened complex of apish features; perforated
by upturned; sky…open; Mongolian nostrils; by a mouth that sagged
from a huge upper…lip and faded precipitately into a retreating
chin; by peering querulous eyes that blinked as blink the eyes of
denizens of monkey…cages。
Not even the water she brought him in a forest…leaf; and the
ancient and half…putrid chunk of roast pig; could redeem in the
slightest the grotesque hideousness of her。 When he had eaten
weakly for a space; he closed his eyes in order not to see her;
although again and again she poked them open to peer at the blue of
them。 Then had come the sound。 Nearer; much nearer; he knew it to
be; and he knew equally well; despite the weary way he had come;
that it was still many hours distant。 The effect of it on her had
been startling。 She cringed under it; with averted face; moaning
and chattering with fear。 But after it had lived its full life of
an hour; he closed his eyes and fell asleep with Balatta brushing
the flies from him。
When he awoke it was night; and she was gone。 But he was aware of
renewed strength; and; by then too thoroughly inoculated by the
mosquito poison to suffer further inflammation; he closed his eyes
and slept an unbroken stretch till sun…up。 A little later Balatta
had returned; bringing with her a half…dozen women who; unbeautiful
as they were; were patently not so unbeautiful as she。 She
evidenced by her conduct that she considered him her find; her
property; and the pride she took in showing him off would have been
ludicrous had his situation not been so desperate。
Later; after what had been to him a terrible journey of miles; when
he collapsed in front of the devil…devil house in the shadow of the
breadfruit tree; she had shown very lively ideas on the matter of
retaining possession of him。 Ngurn; whom Bassett was to know
afterward as the devil…devil doctor; priest; or medicine man of the
village; had wanted his head。 Others of the grinning and
chattering monkey…men; all as stark of clothes and b