第 3 节
作者:上网找工作      更新:2021-02-21 13:09      字数:9322
  me at once。  I was on the point of crying; and only very shame seemed
  to keep it down。  To save myself from shedding tears; I shouted
  terrible; wild shouts for bare life they were。  I turned sick as I
  paused to listen; no answering sound came but the unfeeling echoes。
  Only the noiseless; pitiless snow kept falling thicker; thicker
  faster; faster!  I was growing numb and sleepy。  I tried to move
  about; but I dared not go far; for fear of the precipices which; I
  knew; abounded in certain places on the Fells。  Now and then; I stood
  still and shouted again; but my voice was getting choked with tears;
  as I thought of the desolate helpless death I was to die; and how
  little they at home; sitting round the warm; red; bright fire; wotted
  what was become of me;and how my poor father would grieve for me
  it would surely kill himit would break his heart; poor old man!
  Aunt Fanny toowas this to be the end of all her cares for me?  I
  began to review my life in a strange kind of vivid dream; in which
  the various scenes of my few boyish years passed before me like
  visions。  In a pang of agony; caused by such remembrance of my short
  life; I gathered up my strength and called out once more; a long;
  despairing; wailing cry; to which I had no hope of obtaining any
  answer; save from the echoes around; dulled as the sound might be by
  the thickened air。  To my surprise I heard a cryalmost as long; as
  wild as mineso wild that it seemed unearthly; and I almost thought
  it must be the voice of some of the mocking spirits of the Fells;
  about whom I had heard so many tales。  My heart suddenly began to
  beat fast and loud。  I could not reply for a minute or two。  I nearly
  fancied I had lost the power of utterance。  Just at this moment a dog
  barked。  Was it Lassie's barkmy brother's collie?an ugly enough
  brute; with a white; ill…looking face; that my father always kicked
  whenever he saw it; partly for its own demerits; partly because it
  belonged to my brother。  On such occasions; Gregory would whistle
  Lassie away; and go off and sit with her in some outhouse。  My father
  had once or twice been ashamed of himself; when the poor collie had
  yowled out with the suddenness of the pain; and had relieved himself
  of his self…reproach by blaming my brother; who; he said; had no
  notion of training a dog; and was enough to ruin any collie in
  Christendom with his stupid way of allowing them to lie by the
  kitchen fire。  To all which Gregory would answer nothing; nor even
  seem to hear; but go on looking absent and moody。
  Yes! there again!  It was Lassie's bark!  Now or never!  I lifted up
  my voice and shouted 〃Lassie! Lassie! for God's sake; Lassie!〃
  Another moment; and the great white…faced Lassie was curving and
  gambolling with delight round my feet and legs; looking; however; up
  in my face with her intelligent; apprehensive eyes; as if fearing
  lest I might greet her with a blow; as I had done oftentimes before。
  But I cried with gladness; as I stooped down and patted her。  My mind
  was sharing in my body's weakness; and I could not reason; but I knew
  that help was at hand。  A gray figure came more and more distinctly
  out of the thick; close…pressing darkness。  It was Gregory wrapped in
  his maud。
  〃Oh; Gregory!〃 said I; and I fell upon his neck; unable to speak
  another word。  He never spoke much; and made me no answer for some
  little time。  Then he told me we must move; we must walk for the dear
  lifewe must find our road home; if possible; but we must move; or
  we should be frozen to death。
  〃Don't you know the way home?〃 asked I。
  〃I thought I did when I set out; but I am doubtful now。  The snow
  blinds me; and I am feared that in moving about just now; I have lost
  the right gait homewards。〃
  He had his shepherd's staff with him; and by dint of plunging it
  before us at every step we tookclinging close to each other; we
  went on safely enough; as far as not falling down any of the steep
  rocks; but it was slow; dreary work。  My brother; I saw; was more
  guided by Lassie and the way she took than anything else; trusting to
  her instinct。  It was too dark to see far before us; but he called
  her back continually; and noted from what quarter she returned; and
  shaped our slow steps accordingly。  But the tedious motion scarcely
  kept my very blood from freezing。  Every bone; every fibre in my body
  seemed first to ache; and then to swell; and then to turn numb with
  the intense cold。  My brother bore it better than I; from having been
  more out upon the hills。  He did not speak; except to call Lassie。  I
  strove to be brave; and not complain; but now I felt the deadly fatal
  sleep stealing over me。
  〃I can go no farther;〃 I said; in a drowsy tone。  I remember I
  suddenly became dogged and resolved。  Sleep I would; were it only for
  five minutes。  If death were to be the consequence; sleep I would。
  Gregory stood still。  I suppose; he recognized the peculiar phase of
  suffering to which I had been brought by the cold。
  〃It is of no use;〃 said he; as if to himself。  〃We are no nearer home
  than we were when we started; as far as I can tell。  Our only chance
  is in Lassie。  Here! roll thee in my maud; lad; and lay thee down on
  this sheltered side of this bit of rock。  Creep close under it; lad;
  and I'll lie by thee; and strive to keep the warmth in us。  Stay!
  hast gotten aught about thee they'll know at home?〃
  I felt him unkind thus to keep me from slumber; but on his repeating
  the question; I pulled out my pocket…handkerchief; of some showy
  pattern; which Aunt Fanny had hemmed for meGregory took it; and
  tied it round Lassie's neck。
  〃Hie thee; Lassie; hie thee home!〃  And the white…faced ill…favoured
  brute was off like a shot in the darkness。  Now I might lie downnow
  I might sleep。  In my drowsy stupor I felt that I was being tenderly
  covered up by my brother; but what with I neither knew nor caredI
  was too dull; too selfish; too numb to think and reason; or I might
  have known that in that bleak bare place there was nought to wrap me
  in; save what was taken off another。  I was glad enough when he
  ceased his cares and lay down by me。  I took his hand。
  〃Thou canst not remember; lad; how we lay together thus by our dying
  mother。  She put thy small; wee hand in mineI reckon she sees us
  now; and belike we shall soon be with her。  Anyhow; God's will be
  done。〃
  〃Dear Gregory;〃 I muttered; and crept nearer to him for warmth。  He
  was talking still; and again about our mother; when I fell asleep。
  In an instantor so it seemedthere were many voices about memany
  faces hovering round methe sweet luxury of warmth was stealing into
  every part of me。  I was in my own little bed at home。  I am thankful
  to say; my first word was 〃Gregory?〃
  A look passed from one to anothermy father's stern old face strove
  in vain to keep its sternness; his mouth quivered; his eyes filled
  slowly with unwonted tears。
  〃I would have given him half my landI would have blessed him as my
  son;oh God!  I would have knelt at his feet; and asked him to
  forgive my hardness of heart。〃
  I heard no more。  A whirl came through my brain; catching me back to
  death。
  I came slowly to my consciousness; weeks afterwards。  My father's
  hair was white when I recovered; and his hands shook as he looked
  into my face。
  We spoke no more of Gregory。  We could not speak of him; but he was
  strangely in our thoughts。  Lassie came and went with never a word of
  blame; nay; my father would try to stroke her; but she shrank away;
  and he; as if reproved by the poor dumb beast; would sigh; and be
  silent and abstracted for a time。
  Aunt Fannyalways a talkertold me all。  How; on that fatal night;
  my father;irritated by my prolonged absence; and probably more
  anxious than he cared to show; had been fierce and imperious; even
  beyond his wont; to Gregory; had upbraided him with his father's
  poverty; his own stupidity which made his services good for nothing
  for so; in spite of the old shepherd; my father always chose to
  consider them。  At last; Gregory had risen up; and whistled Lassie
  out with himpoor Lassie; crouching underneath his chair for fear of
  a kick or a blow。  Some time before; there had been some talk between
  my father and my aunt respecting my return; and when aunt Fanny told
  me all this; she said she fancied that Gregory might have noticed the
  coming storm; and gone out silently to meet me。  Three hours
  afterwards; when all were running about in wild alarm; not knowing
  whither to go in search of menot even missing Gregory; or heeding
  his absence; poor fellowpoor; poor fellow!Lassie came home; with
  my handkerchief tied round her neck。  They knew and understood; and
  the whole strength of the farm was turned out to follow her; with
  wraps; and blankets; and brandy; and every thing that could be
  thought of。  I lay in chilly sleep; but still alive; beneath the rock
  that Lassie guided them to。  I was covered ove