第 11 节
作者:炒作      更新:2021-04-30 16:07      字数:9322
  him;  and   he   was   amazed   at   what   he   considered   to   be   the   unwarrantable
  assurance   of   the   stranger。   However;   he   recovered   himself   smartly;   and
  asked the new man if he had any written credentials。
  〃Certainly;〃 replied he; pulling out a document all wet with salt water。
  〃Here is a letter from Messrs。 Flint Brothers; of which; no doubt; you will
  have a copy in your mail…bag。〃
  Jackson took the letter and opened it; and seemed to read it slowly to
  himself。 All at once he started; looked at the new agent; advanced a step or
  two    toward    him;   muttering;     〃Bransome;     Bransome;〃      then   stopped    and
  asked him in a strange constrained voice; 〃Is /your/ name Bransome?〃
  〃Yes;〃 replied the latter; astonished at the old man's question。
  〃I   knew   a   Bransome   once;〃   said   Jackson;   steadily;   〃and   he   was   a
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  scoundrel。〃
  For a moment the two men looked at each otherJackson with a gleam
  of    hatred    in  his   eyes;   while    Bransome       had   a   curiously    frightened
  expression on his face; which blanched slightly。 But he quickly resumed
  his composure and peremptory way; and said; 〃Show me a room; I must
  get these wet things off me。〃
  As;   however;   he   addressed   himself   this   time   to   me   rather   than     to
  Jackson;who; indeed; regarded him no longer; but stood with the letter
  loose    in   his  hand;    looking    at  the   floor   of  the   room;    as  if  in  deep
  meditation;I showed him into my own room; where I ordered his trunks
  to be brought。 These; of course; were wet; but he found some things in the
  middle of them that were not more than slightly damp; and with the help
  of    a  pair  of   old   canvas    trousers   of   mine    he   managed      to  make    his
  appearance at dinner…time。
  Jackson   was   not   at   the   meal。   He   had   left   the   house   shortly  after   his
  interview   with   the   new   agent;   and   had;   I   fancied;   gone   on   one   of   his
  solitary rambles。 At any rate he did not return until late that night。
  I thought Mr。 Bransome seemed to be somewhat relieved when he saw
  that the old man was not coming; and he became more affable than I had
  expected him to be; and relinquished his arrogant style altogether when he
  began to question me about Jacksonwho he was? what had he been? how
  long he had lived on the coast? To all which questions I returned cautious
  answers; remembering that I was under a promise to the old man not to
  repeat his story。
  By    the   next   morning;     to  my    surprise;   Jackson     appeared     to  have
  become reconciled to the fact that he had been superseded by a man who
  knew nothing   of the   coast;  and   of his own   accord   he   offered   to   tell Mr。
  Bransome the clues to the letter…locks on the doors of the various   store…
  rooms; for we on the coast used none but letter…locks; which are locks that
  do   not   require   a   key   to   open   them。   But   Mr。   Bransome   expressed;   most
  politely; a wish that Jackson should consider himself still in charge of the
  factory; at any rate until the whole estate of the unfortunate Flint Brothers
  could   be   wound   up;   and   he   trusted   that   his   presence   would   make   no
  difference to him。
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  This was a change; on the part of both men; from the manners of the
  previous day; and yet I could not help thinking that each but ill concealed
  his aversion to the other。
  Months now slipped away; and Mr。 Bransome was occupied in going
  up and down the coast in a little steamer; shutting up factory after factory;
  transferring their goods to ours; and getting himself much disliked by all
  the Europeans under him; and hated by the natives; especially by the boat…
  boys; who were a race or tribe by themselves; coming from one particular
  part of the coast。 He had; of course; been obliged to order the dismissal of
  many of them; and this was one reason why they hated him; but the chief
  cause was his treatment of Sooka; the patrao。 That man never forgave Mr。
  Bransome   for   beating   him   so   unjustly;   and   the   news   of   the   deed   had
  travelled   very  quickly;   as   news   does   in savage   countries;   so   that   I   think
  nearly all of Sooka's countrymen knew of the act and resented it。
  Mr。 Bransome was quite unaware of the antipathy he had thus created
  toward himself; except so far as Sooka was concerned; and him he never
  employed when he had to go off to vessels or land from them; but always
  went in   the  other   boat   belonging   to   the  factory;   which   was   steered   by  a
  much      younger     negro。    In   addition    to   humbling      Sooka    in   this   way;
  Bransome took the opportunity of disgracing him whenever he could do so。
  Therefore;   one day  when   two   pieces   of   cloth   from  the   cargo…room  were
  found in the boatmen's huts; it was no surprise to me that Sooka was at
  once   fastened   upon   by  Mr。  Bransome   as   the   thief   who   had   stolen   them;
  and   that he   was tied   to the   flogging…post   in   the   middle   of   the   yard;   and
  sentenced   to   receive   fifty   lashes   with   the   cat   that   was   kept   for   such   a
  purpose;      and   all  without     any   inquiry    being    made。    In   vain   did   the
  unfortunate   man   protest   his   innocence。 A  swarthy  Kroot…boy   from   Cape
  Coast laid the cat on his brown shoulders right willingly; for he also was
  an enemy of Sooka's; and in a few minutes the poor fellow's flesh was cut
  and scored as if by a knife。
  After the flogging was over Mr。 Bransome amused himself by getting
  out his rifle and firing fancy shots at Sooka; still tied to the post; that is; he
  tried   to   put   the   bullets   as   close   to   the   poor   wretch   as   he   could   without
  actually wounding him。 To a negro; with his dread of firearms; this was
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  little   short   of   absolute   torture;   and   at   each   discharge   Sooka   writhed   and
  crouched as close to the ground as he could; while his wide…opened eyes
  and    mouth;     and   face   of  almost    a   slate  colour;   showed      how    terribly
  frightened he was。 To Mr。  Bransome it appeared to   be fine sport; for he
  fired   at least twenty  shots at   the   man   before he   shouldered   his   rifle   and
  went indoors。 Jackson said nothing to this stupid exhibition of temper; but
  as soon as it was over he had Sooka released; and I knew he attended to
  his wounds himself; and poured friar's balsam into them; and covered his
  back   with   a   soft   shirtfor   all   which;  no   doubt;  the   negro   was   afterward
  grateful。 Whether Mr。 Bransome got to know of this; and was offended at
  it; I do not know; but shortly afterward he ceased to live with us。
  There was between the factory and the sea; and a little to the right of
  the former; a small wooden cottage which had been allowed to fall into a
  dilapidated state from want of some one to live in it。 This Mr。 Bransome
  gave orders to the native carpenters to repair and make weather…tight; and
  when they  had   done   so;   he   caused   a   quantity  of   furniture  to   be   brought
  from   St。   Paul   de   Loanda   and   placed   within   in   it。   Then   he   transferred
  himself and his baggage to the cottage。
  Jackson displayed complete indifference to this change on the part of
  the agent。 In fact; there had been; ever since the arrival of the latter upon
  the   Point;   and   in   spite  of  apparent     friendliness;   a  perceptible     breach;
  widening daily; between the two men。 As to the reason of this I had my
  own suspicions; for I had made the discovery that Jackson had for some
  time past been drinking very heavily。
  In addition to the brandy which we white men had for our own use; I
  had; to my horror; found out that he was secretly drinking the coarse and
  fiery rum that was sold to the natives; and as I remembered the mutterings
  and   moanings   that   had   formerly   alarmed   me;   I   wondered   that   I   had   not
  guessed      the  cause    of  them    at  the   time;   but  until   the  arrival   of   Mr。
  Bransome; Jackson had always kept charge of the spirits himself; and he
  was such a secret old fellow that there was no knowing what he had then
  taken。 Now that   I was   aware of his failing;   I was very sorry  for the   old
  sailor; for on such a coast and in such a climate there was only one end t