第7章

类别:其他 作者:Thomas Hughes字数:5273更新时间:18/12/27 08:52:32
cannotsay,unlessitbethathewastheownerofacow,apigortwo,andsomepoultry,whichhemaintainedonaboutanacreoflandinclosedfromthemiddleofawildcommon,onwhichprobablyhisfatherhadsquattedbeforelordsofmanorslookedaskeenlyaftertheirrightsastheydonow。Herehehadlivednooneknewhowlong,asolitaryman。Itwasoftenrumouredthathewastobeturnedoutandhiscottagepulleddown,butsomehowitnevercametopass;andhispigsandcowwentgrazingonthecommon,andhisgeesehissedatthepassingchildrenandattheheelsofthehorseofmylord’ssteward,whooftenrodebywithacovetouseyeontheinclosurestillunmolested。Hisdwellingwassomemilesfromourvillage;soBenjy,whowashalfashamedofhiserrand,andwhollyunabletowalkthere,hadtoexercisemuchingenuitytogetthemeansoftransportinghimselfandTomthitherwithoutexcitingsuspicion。However,onefineMaymorninghemanagedtoborrowtheoldblindponyofourfriendthepublican,andTompersuadedMadamBrowntogivehimaholidaytospendwitholdBenjy,andtolendthemtheSquire’slightcart,storedwithbreadandcoldmeatandabottleofale。 AndsothetwoinhighgleestartedbehindoldDobbin,andjoggedalongthedeep-ruttedplashyroads,whichhadnotbeenmendedaftertheirwinter’swear,towardsthedwellingofthewizard。Aboutnoontheypassedthegatewhichopenedontothelargecommon,andoldDobbintoiledslowlyupthehill,whileBenjypointedoutalittledeepdingleontheleft,outofwhichwelledatinystream。Astheycreptupthehillthetopsofafewbirch-treescameinsight,andbluesmokecurlingupthroughtheirdelicatelightboughs;andthenthelittlewhitethatchedhomeandinclosedgroundofFarmerIves,lyingcradledinthedingle,withthegaygorsecommonrisingbehindandonbothsides;whileinfront,aftertraversingagentleslope,theeyemighttravelformilesandmilesovertherichvale。Theynowleftthemainroadandstruckintoagreentrackoverthecommonmarkedlightlywithwheelandhorse-shoe,whichleddownintothedingleandstoppedattheroughgateofFarmerIves。Heretheyfoundthefarmer,aniron-grayoldman,withabushyeyebrowandstrongaquilinenose,busiedinoneofhisvocations。Hewasahorseandcowdoctor,andwastendingasickbeastwhichhadbeensentuptobecured。Benjyhailedhimasanoldfriend,andhereturnedthegreetingcordiallyenough,lookinghoweverhardforamomentbothatBenjyandTom,toseewhethertherewasmoreintheirvisitthanappearedatfirstsight。ItwasaworkofsomedifficultyanddangerforBenjytoreachtheground,which,however,hemanagedtodowithoutmishap;andthenhedevotedhimselftounharnessingDobbinandturninghimoutforagraze(“arun“onecouldnotsayofthatvirtuoussteed)onthecommon。Thisdone,heextricatedthecoldprovisionsfromthecart,andtheyenteredthefarmer’swicket;andhe,shuttinguptheknifewithwhichhewastakingmaggotsoutofthecow’sbackandsides,accompaniedthemtowardsthecottage。Abigoldlurchergotupslowlyfromthedoor-stone,stretchingfirstonehindlegandthentheother,andtakingTom’scaressesandthepresenceofToby,whokept,however,atarespectfuldistance,withequalindifference。 “Usbecumtopay’eeavisit。I’veabeenlongmindedtodo’tforoldsake’ssake,onlyIvindsIdwon’tgetaboutnowasI’dusedto’t。Ibesoplaguybadwi’th’rheumatizinmyback。“ Benjypaused,inhopesofdrawingthefarmeratonceonthesubjectofhisailmentswithoutfurtherdirectapplication。 “Ah,Iseeasyoubean’tquitesolissomasyouwas,“repliedthefarmer,withagrimsmile,asheliftedthelatchofhisdoor;“webean’tsoyoungaswewas,notheronus,wussluck。“ Thefarmer’scottagewasverylikethoseofthebetterclassofpeasantryingeneral。Asnugchimneycornerwithtwoseats,andasmallcarpetonthehearth,anoldflintgunandapairofspursoverthefireplace,adresserwithshelvesonwhichsomebrightpewterplatesandcrockerywarewerearranged,anoldwalnuttable,afewchairsandsettles,someframedsamplers,andanoldprintortwo,andabookcasewithsomedozenvolumesonthewalls,arackwithflitchesofbacon,andotherstoresfastenedtotheceiling,andyouhavethebestpartofthefurniture。Nosignofoccultartistobeseen,unlessthebundlesofdriedherbshangingtotherackandintheingleandtherowoflabelledphialsononeoftheshelvesbetokenit。 Tomplayedaboutwithsomekittenswhooccupiedthehearth,andwithagoatwhowalkeddemurelyinattheopendoor——whiletheirhostandBenjyspreadthetablefordinner——andwassoonengagedinconflictwiththecoldmeat,towhichhedidmuchhonour。Thetwooldmen’stalkwasofoldcomradesandtheirdeeds,muteingloriousMiltonsoftheVale,andofthedoingsthirtyyearsback,whichdidn’tinteresthimmuch,exceptwhentheyspokeofthemakingofthecanal;andthenindeedhebegantolistenwithallhisears,andlearned,tohisnosmallwonder,thathisdearandwonderfulcanalhadnotbeentherealways——wasnot,infact,sooldasBenjyorFarmerIves,whichcausedastrangecommotioninhissmallbrain。 AfterdinnerBenjycalledattentiontoawartwhichTomhadontheknucklesofhishand,andwhichthefamilydoctorhadbeentryinghisskillonwithoutsuccess,andbeggedthefarmertocharmitaway。FarmerIveslookedatit,mutteredsomethingoranotheroverit,andcutsomenotchesinashortstick,whichhehandedtoBenjy,givinghiminstructionsforcuttingitdownoncertaindays,andcautioningTomnottomeddlewiththewartforafortnight。Andthentheystrolledoutandsatonabenchinthesunwiththeirpipes,andthepigscameupandgruntedsociablyandletTomscratchthem;andthefarmer,seeinghowhelikedanimals,stoodupandheldhisarmsintheair,andgaveacall,whichbroughtaflockofpigeonswheelinganddashingthroughthebirch-trees。Theysettleddowninclustersonthefarmer’sarmsandshoulders,makinglovetohimandscramblingoveroneanother’sbackstogettohisface;andthenhethrewthemalloff,andtheyflutteredaboutcloseby,andlightedonhimagainandagainwhenhehelduphisarms。Allthecreaturesabouttheplacewerecleanandfearless,quiteunliketheirrelationselsewhere;andTombeggedtobetaughthowtomakeallthepigsandcowsandpoultryinourvillagetame,atwhichthefarmeronlygaveoneofhisgrimchuckles。 Itwasn’ttilltheywerejustreadytogo,andoldDobbinwasharnessed,thatBenjybroachedthesubjectofhisrheumatismagain,detailinghissymptomsonebyone。Pooroldboy!HehopedthefarmercouldcharmitawayaseasilyashecouldTom’swart,andwasreadywithequalfaithtoputanothernotchedstickintohisotherpocket,forthecureofhisownailments。 Thephysicianshookhishead,butneverthelessproducedabottle,andhandedittoBenjy,withinstructionsforuse。“Notas’t’lldo’eemuchgood——leastwaysIbeafeardnot,“shadinghiseyeswithhishand,andlookingupattheminthecart。 “There’sonlyonethingasIknowsonas’llcureoldfolkslikeyouandIo’th’rheumatiz。“ “Wotbethatthen,farmer?“inquiredBenjy。 “Churchyardmould,“saidtheoldiron-grayman,withanotherchuckle。Andsotheysaidtheirgood-byesandwenttheirwayshome。Tom’swartwasgoneinafortnight,butnotsoBenjy’srheumatism,whichlaidhimbytheheelsmoreandmore。AndthoughTomstillspentmanyanhourwithhim,ashesatonabenchinthesunshine,orbythechimneycornerwhenitwascold,hesoonhadtoseekelsewhereforhisregularcompanions。 Tomhadbeenaccustomedoftentoaccompanyhismotherinhervisitstothecottages,andhadtherebymadeacquaintancewithmanyofthevillageboysofhisownage。TherewasJobRudkin,sonofwidowRudkin,themostbustlingwomanintheparish。HowshecouldeverhavehadsuchastolidboyasJobforachildmustalwaysremainamystery。ThefirsttimeTomwenttotheircottagewithhismother,Jobwasnotindoors;butheenteredsoonafter,andstoodwithbothhandsinhispockets,staringatTom。WidowRudkin,whowouldhavehadtocrossmadamtogetatyoungHopeful——abreachofgoodmannersofwhichshewaswhollyincapable——beganaseriesofpantomimesigns,whichonlypuzzledhim;andatlast,unabletocontainherselflonger,burstoutwith,“Job!Job!where’sthycap?“ “What!bean’t’eeonmahead,mother?“repliedJob,slowlyextricatingonehandfromapocket,andfeelingforthearticleinquestion;whichhefoundonhisheadsureenough,andleftthere,tohismother’shorrorandTom’sgreatdelight。 ThentherewaspoorJacobDodson,thehalf-wittedboy,whoambledaboutcheerfully,undertakingmessagesandlittlehelpfuloddsandendsforeveryone,which,however,poorJacobmanagedalwayshopelesslytoimbrangle。Everythingcametopiecesinhishands,andnothingwouldstopinhishead。TheynicknamedhimJacobDoodle-calf。 ButabovealltherewasHarryWinburn,thequickestandbestboyintheparish。HemightbeayearolderthanTom,butwasverylittlebigger,andhewastheCrichtonofourvillageboys。Hecouldwrestleandclimbandrunbetterthanalltherest,andlearnedallthattheschoolmastercouldteachhimfasterthanthatworthyatallliked。Hewasaboytobeproudof,withhiscurlybrownhair,keengrayeye,straightactivefigure,andlittleearsandhandsandfeet,“asfineasalord’s,“asCharityremarkedtoTomoneday,talking,asusual,greatnonsense。Lords’handsandearsandfeetarejustasuglyasotherfolk’swhentheyarechildren,asanyonemayconvincehimselfifhelikestolook。Tightbootsandgloves,anddoingnothingwiththem,Iallowmakeadifferencebythetimetheyaretwenty。 NowthatBenjywaslaidontheshelf,andhisyoungbrotherswerestillunderpetticoatgovernment,Tom,insearchofcompanions,begantocultivatethevillageboysgenerallymoreandmore。SquireBrown,beitsaid,wasatrue-blueTorytothebackbone,andbelievedhonestlythatthepowerswhichbewereordainedofGod,andthatloyaltyandsteadfastobedienceweremen’sfirstduties。Whetheritwereinconsequenceorinspiteofhispoliticalcreed,Idonotmeantogiveanopinion,thoughIhaveone;butcertainitisthatheheldtherewithdiverssocialprinciplesnotgenerallysupposedtobetrueblueincolour。Foremostofthese,andtheonewhichtheSquirelovedtopropoundaboveallothers,wasthebeliefthatamanistobevaluedwhollyandsolelyforthatwhichheisinhimself,forthatwhichstandsupinthefourfleshlywallsofhim,apartfromclothes,rank,fortune,andallexternalswhatsoever。 WhichbeliefItaketobeawholesomecorrectiveofallpoliticalopinions,and,ifheldsincerely,tomakeallopinionsequallyharmless,whethertheybeblue,red,orgreen。Asanecessarycorollarytothisbelief,SquireBrownheldfurtherthatitdidn’tmatterastrawwhetherhissonassociatedwithlords’sonsorploughmen’ssons,providedtheywerebraveandhonest。Hehimselfhadplayedfootballandgonebird-nestingwiththefarmerswhomhemetatvestryandthelabourerswhotilledtheirfields,andsohadhisfatherandgrandfather,withtheirprogenitors。SoheencouragedTominhisintimacywiththeboysofthevillage,andforwardeditbyallmeansinhispower,andgavethemtherunofacloseforaplayground,andprovidedbatsandballsandafootballfortheirsports。 Ourvillagewasblessedamongstotherthingswithawell-endowedschool。Thebuildingstoodbyitself,apartfromthemaster’shouse,onanangleofgroundwherethreeroadsmet——anoldgraystonebuildingwithasteeproofandmullionedwindows。OnoneoftheoppositeanglesstoodSquireBrown’sstablesandkennel,withtheirbackstotheroad,overwhichtoweredagreatelm- tree;onthethirdstoodthevillagecarpenterandwheelwright’slargeopenshop,andhishouseandtheschoolmaster’s,withlongloweaves,underwhichtheswallowsbuiltbyscores。 ThemomentTom’slessonswereover,hewouldnowgethimdowntothiscornerbythestables,andwatchtilltheboyscameoutofschool。Heprevailedonthegroomtocutnotchesforhiminthebarkoftheelmsothathecouldclimbintothelowerbranches;