Hewas,ofcourse,anxioustodisclaimthisachievement。Thewholestockade——hewouldinsistonexplainingtoyou——wasapooraffairSherifAlitrustedmainlytotheinaccessibleposition;and,anyway,thethinghadbeenalreadyknockedtopiecesandonlyhungtogetherbyamiracle。Heputhisshouldertoitlikealittlefoolandwentinheadoverheels。Jove!Ifithadn’tbeenforDainWaris,apock-markettattooedvagabondwouldhavepinnedhimwithhisspeartoabaulkoftimberlikeoneofStein’sbeetles。Thethirdmanin,itseems,hadbeenTamb’Itam,Jim’sownservant。ThiswasaMalayfromthenorth,astrangerwhohadwanderedintoPatusan,andhadbeenforciblydetainedbyRajahAllangaspaddlerofoneofthestateboats。
Hehadmadeaboltofitatthefirstopportunity,andfindingaprecariousrefugebutverylittletoeatamongsttheBugissettlers,hadattachedhimselftoJim’sperson。Hiscomplexionwasverydark,hisfaceflat,hiseyesprominentandinjectedwithbile。Therewassomethingexcessive,almostfanatical,inhisdevotiontohis“whitelord。“HewasinseparablefromJimlikeamoroseshadow。Onstateoccasionshewouldtreadonhismaster’sheels,onehandonthehaftofhiskris,keepingthecommonpeopleatadistancebyhistruculentbroodingglances。Jimhadmadehimthehead-manofhisestablishment,andallPatusanrespectedandcourtedhimasapersonofmuchinfluence。Atthetakingofthestockadehehaddistinguishedhimselfgreatlybythemethodicalferocityofhisfighting。Thestorming-partyhadcomeonsoquick——Jimsaid——thatnotwithstandingthepanicofthegarrison,therewasa“hotfiveminuteshand-to-handinsidethatstockade,tillsomeballyasssetfiretothesheltersofboughsanddrygrass,andweallhadtoclearoutfordearlife。“
`Therout,itseems,hadbeencomplete。Doramin,waitingimmovablyinhischaironthehill-side,withthesmokeofthegunsspreadingslowlyabovehisbighead,receivedthenewswithadeepgrunt。Wheninformedthathissonwassafeandleadingthepursuit,he,withoutanothersound,madeamightyefforttorise;hisattendantshurriedtohishelp,and,heldupreverently,heshuffledwithgreatdignityintoabitofshadewherehelaidhimselfdowntosleepcoveredentirelywithapieceofwhitesheeting。InPatusantheexcitementwasintense。Jimtoldmethatfromthehill,turninghisbackonthestockadewithitsembers,blackashes,andhalf-consumedcorpses,hecouldseetimeaftertimetheopenspacesbetweenthehousesonbothsidesofthestreamfillsuddenlywithaseethingrushofpeopleandgetemptyinamoment。Hisearscaughtfeeblyfrombelowthetremendousdinofgongsanddrums;thewildshoutsofthecrowdreachedhiminburstsoffaintroaring。Alotofstreamersmadeaflutterasoflittlewhite,red,yellowbirdsamongstthebrownridgesofroofs。“Youmusthaveenjoyedit,“Imurmured,feelingthestirofsympatheticemotion。
“`Itwas……itwasimmense!Immense!“hecriedaloud,flinginghisarmsopen。ThesuddenmovementstartledmeasthoughIhadseenhimbarethesecretsofhisbreasttothesunshine,tothebroodingforests,tothesteelysea。Belowusthetownreposedineasycurvesuponthebanksofastreamwhosecurrentseemedtosleep。“Immense!“herepeatedforathirdtime,speakinginawhisper,forhimselfalone。
`Immense!Nodoubtitwasimmense;thesealofsuccessuponhiswords,theconqueredgroundforthesolesofhisfeet,theblindtrustofmen,thebeliefinhimselfsnatchedfromthefire,thesolitudeofhisachievement。
Allthis,asI’vewarnedyou,getsdwarfedinthetelling。Ican’twithmerewordsconveytoyoutheimpressionofhistotalandutterisolation。
Iknow,ofcourse,hewasineverysensealoneofhiskindthere,buttheunsuspectedqualitiesofhisnaturehadbroughthiminsuchclosetouchwithhissurroundingsthatthisisolationseemedonlytheeffectofhispower。Hislonelinessaddedtohisstature。Therewasnothingwithinsighttocomparehimwith,asthoughhehadbeenoneofthoseexceptionalmenwhocanbeonlymeasuredbythegreatnessoftheirfame;andhisfame,remember,wasthegreatestthingaroundformanyaday’sjourney。Youwouldhavetopaddle,pole,ortrackalongwearywaythroughthejunglebeforeyoupassedbeyondthereachofitsvoice。Itsvoicewasnotthetrumpetingofthedisreputablegoddessweallknow——notblatant——notbrazen。Ittookitstonefromthestillnessandgloomofthelandwithoutapast,wherehiswordwastheonetruthofeverypassingday。Itsharedsomethingofthenatureofthatsilencethroughwhichitaccompaniedyouintounexploreddepths,heardcontinuouslybyyourside,penetrating,far-reaching——tingedwithwonderandmysteryonthelipsofwhisperingmen。’
defeatedSherifAlifledthecountrywithoutmakinganotherstand,andwhenthemiserablehuntedvillagersbegantocrawloutofthejunglebacktotheirrottinghouses,itwasJimwho,inconsultationwithDainWaris,appointedthehead-men。Thushebecamethevirtualruleroftheland。AstooldTunkuAllang,hisfearsatfirsthadknownnobounds。Itissaidthatattheintelligenceofthesuccessfulstormingofthehillheflunghimself,facedown,onthebamboofloorofhisaudience-hall,andlaymotionlessforawholenightandawholeday,utteringstifledsoundsofsuchanappallingnaturethatnomandaredapproachhisprostrateformnearerthanaspear’slength。AlreadyhecouldseehimselfdrivenignominiouslyoutofPatusan,wanderingabandoned,stripped,withoutopium,withouthiswomen,withouthisfollowers,afairgameforthefirstcomertokill。AfterSherifAlihisturnwouldcome,andwhocouldresistanattackledbysuchadevil?AndindeedheowedhislifeandsuchauthorityashestillpossessedatthetimeofmyvisittoJim’sideaofwhatwasfairalone。TheBugishadbeenextremelyanxioustopayoffoldscores,andtheimpassiveoldDoramincherishedthehopeofyetseeinghissonrulerofPatusan。Duringoneofourinterviewshedeliberatelyallowedmetogetaglimpseofthissecretambition。Nothingcouldbefinerinitswaythanthedignifiedwarinessofhisapproaches。Hehimself——hebeganbydeclaring——hadusedhisstrengthinhisyoungerdays,butnowhehadgrownoldandtired……Withhisimposingbulkandhaughtylittleeyesdartingsagacious,inquisitiveglances,heremindedoneirresistiblyofacunningoldelephant;theslowriseandfallofhisvastbreastwenton,powerfulandregular,liketheheaveofacalmsea。He,too,asheprotested,hadanunboundedconfidenceinTuanJim’swisdom。Ifhecouldonlyobtainapromise!Onewordwouldbeenough!……Hisbreathingsilences,thelowrumblingsofhisvoice,recalledthelasteffortsofaspentthunderstorm。
`Itriedtoputthesubjectaside。Itwasdifficult,fortherecouldbenoquestionthatJimhadthepower;inhisnewspheretheredidnotseemtobeanythingthatwasnothistoholdortogive。Butthat,Irepeat,wasnothingincomparisonwiththenotion,whichoccurredtome,whileIlistenedwithashowofattention,thatheseemedtohavecomeverynearatlasttomasteringhisfate。Doraminwasanxiousaboutthefutureofthecountry,andIwasstruckbytheturnhegavetotheargument。ThelandremainswhereGodhadputit;butwhitemen——hesaid——theycometousandinalittlewhiletheygo。Theygoaway。Thosetheyleavebehinddonotknowwhentolookfortheirreturn。Theygototheirownland,totheirpeople,andsothiswhiteman,too,would……Idon’tknowwhatinducedmetocommitmyselfatthispointbyavigorous“No。no。“ThewholeextentofthisindiscretionbecameapparentwhenDoramin,turningfulluponmehisface,whoseexpression,fixedinruggeddeepfolds,remainedunalterable,likeahugebrownmask,saidthatthiswasgoodnewsindeed,reflectively;andthenwantedtoknownwhy。
`Hislittle,motherlywitchofawifesatonmyotherhand,withherheadcoveredandherfeettuckedup,gazingthroughthegreatshutter-hole。
Icouldonlyseeastrayinglockofgreyhair,ahighcheek-bone,theslightmasticatingmotionofthesharpchin。Withoutremovinghereyesfromthevastprospectofforestsstretchingasfarasthehills,sheaskedmeinapityingvoicewhywasitthathesoyounghadwanderedfromhishome,comingsofar,throughsomanydangers?Hadhenohouseholdthere,nokinsmeninhisowncountry?Hadhenooldmother,whowouldalwaysrememberhisface?……
`Iwascompletelyunpreparedforthis。Icouldonlymutterandshakemyheadvaguely。AfterwardsIamperfectlyawareIcutaverypoorfiguretryingtoextricatemyselfoutofthisdifficulty。Fromthatmoment,however,theoldnakhodabecametaciturn。Hewasnotverypleased,Ifear,andevidentlyIhadgivenhimfoodforthought。Strangelyenough,ontheeveningofthatverydaywhichwasmylastinPatusanIwasoncemoreconfrontedwiththesamequestion,withtheunanswerablewhyofJim’sfate。
Andthisbringsmetothestoryofhislove。
`Isupposeyouthinkitisastorythatyoucanimagineforyourselves。
Wehaveheardsomanysuchstories,andthemajorityofusdon’tbelievethemtobestoriesofloveatall。Forthemostpartwelookuponthemasstoriesofopportunities:episodesofpassionatbest,orperhapsonlyofyouthandtemptation,doomedtoforgetfulnessintheend,eveniftheypassthroughtherealityoftendernessandregret。Thisviewmostlyisright,andperhapsinthiscase,too……YetIdon’tknow。Totellthisstoryisbynomeanssoeasyasitshouldbe——weretheordinarystandpointadequate。Apparentlyitisastoryverymuchliketheothers;forme,however,thereisvisibleinitsbackgroundthemelancholyfigureofawoman,theshadowofacruelwisdomburiedinalonelygrave,lookingonwistfully,helplessly,withsealedlips。Thegraveitself,asIcameuponitduringanearlymorningstroll,wasarathershapelessbrownmound,withaninlaidneatborderofwhitelumpsofcoralatthebase,andenclosedwithinacircularfencemadeofsplitsaplings,withthebarklefton。Agarlandofleavesandflowerswaswovenabouttheheadsoftheslenderposts——andtheflowerswerefresh。
`Thus,whethertheshadowisofmyimaginationornot,Icanatalleventspointoutthesignificantfactofanunforgottengrave。WhenItellyoubesidesthatJimwithhisownhandshadworkedattherusticfence,youwillperceivedirectlythedifference,theindividualsideofthestory。
Thereisinhisespousalofmemoryandaffectionbelongingtoanotherhumanbeingsomethingcharacteristicofhisseriousness。Hehadaconscience,anditwasaromanticconscience。ThroughherwholelifethewifeoftheunspeakableCorneliushadnoothercompanion,confidant,andfriendbutherdaughter。HowthepoorwomanhadcometomarrytheawfulMalaccaPortuguese——aftertheseparationfromthefatherofhergirl——andhowthatseparationhadbeenbroughtabout,whetherbydeath,whichcanbesometimesmerciful,orbythemercilesspressureofconventions,isamysterytome。FromthelittlewhichSteinwhoknewsomanystorieshadletdropinmyhearing,Iamconvincedthatshewasnoordinarywoman。Herownfatherhadbeenawhite;ahighofficial;oneofthebrilliantlyendowedmenwhoarenotdullenoughtonurseasuccess,andwhosecareerssooftenendunderacloud。Isupposeshe,too,musthavelackedthesavingdullness——andhercareerendedinPatusan。Ourcommonfate……forwhereistheman——I
meanarealsentientman——whodoesnotremembervaguelyhavingbeendesertedinthefullnessofpossessionbysomeoneorsomethingmorepreciousthanlife?……ourcommonfatefastensuponthewomenwithapeculiarcruelty。
Itdoesnotpunishlikeamaster,butinflictslingeringtorment,asiftogratifyasecret,unappeasablespite。Onewouldthinkthat,appointedtoruleonearth,itseekstorevengeitselfuponthebeingsthatcomenearesttorisingabovethetrammelsofearthlycaution;foritisonlywomenwhomanagetoputattimesintotheirloveanelementjustpalpableenoughtogiveoneafright——anextra-terrestrialtouch。Iaskmyselfwithwonder——howtheworldcanlooktothem——whetherithastheshapeandsubstanceweknow,theairwebreathe!SometimesIfancyitmustbearegionofunreasonablesublimitiesseethingwiththeexcitementoftheiradventuroussouls,lightedbythegloryofallpossiblerisksandrenunciations。
However,Isuspectthereareveryfewwomenintheworld,thoughofcourseIamawareofthemultitudesofmankindandoftheequalityofsexesinpointofnumbers——thatis。ButIamsurethatthemotherwasasmuchofawomanasthedaughterseemedtobe。Icannothelppicturingtomyselfthesetwo,atfirsttheyoungwomanandthechild,thentheoldwomanandtheyounggirl,theawfulsamenessandtheswiftpassageoftime,thebarrierofforest,thesolitudeandtheturmoilroundthesetwolonelylives,andeverywordspokenbetweenthempenetratedwithsadmeaning。Theremusthavebeenconfidences,notsomuchoffact,Isuppose,asofinnermostfeelings——regrets——fears——warnings,nodoubt:warningsthattheyoungerdidnotfullyunderstandtilltheelderwasdead——andJimcamealong。ThenIamsuresheunderstoodmuch——noteverything——thefearmostly,itseems。
Jimcalledherbyawordthatmeansprecious,inthesenseofapreciousgem——jewel。Pretty,isn’tit?Buthewascapableofanything。Hewasequaltohisfortune,ashe——afterall——musthavebeenequaltohismisfortune。
Jewelhecalledher;andhewouldsaythisashemighthavesaid“Jane,“
don’tyouknow——withamarital,homelike,peacefuleffect。IheardthenameforthefirsttimetenminutesafterIhadlandedinhiscourtyard,when,afternearlyshakingmyarmoff,hedartedupthestepsandbegantomakeajoyous,boyishdisturbanceatthedoorundertheheavyeaves。
“Jewel!OJewel!Quick!Here’safriendcome“……andsuddenlypeeringatmeinthedimveranda,hemumbledearnestly,“Youknow——this——noconfoundednonsenseaboutit——can’ttellyouhowmuchIowetoher——andso——youunderstand——I——exactlyasif……“Hishurried,anxiouswhisperswerecutshortbytheflittingofawhiteformwithinthehouse,afaintexclamation,andachildlikebutenergeticlittlefacewithdelicatefeaturesandaprofound,attentiveglancepeepedoutoftheinnergloom,likeabirdoutoftherecessofanest。Iwasstruckbythename,ofcourse;butitwasnottilllateronthatIconnecteditwithanastonishingrumourthathadmetmeonmyjourney,atalittleplaceonthecoastabout230milessouthofPatusanriver。Stein’sschooner,inwhichIhadmypassage,putinthere,tocollectsomeproduce,andgoingashore,Ifoundtomygreatsurprisethatthewretchedlocalitycouldboastofathird-classdeputy-assistantresident,abig,fatgreasy,blinkingfellowofmixeddescent,withturned-out,shinylips。
Ifoundhimlyingextendedonhisbackinacanechair,odiouslyunbuttoned,withalargegreenleafofsomesortonthetopofhissteaminghead,andanotherinhishandwhichheusedlazilyasafan……GoingtoPatusan?
Oh,yes。Stein’sTradingCompany。Heknew。Hadapermission。Nobusinessofhis。Itwasnotsobadtherenow,heremarkednegligently,and,hewentondrawling,“There’ssomesortofwhitevagabondhadgotinthere,Ihear……Eh?Whatyousay?Friendofyours?So!……Thenitwastruetherewasoneofthesevordamte——Whatwasheupto?Foundhiswayin,therascal。Eh?Ihadnotbeensure。Patusan——theycutthroatsthere——nobusinessofours。“Heinterruptedhimselftogroan。“Phoo!Almighty!Theheat!Theheat!Well,then,theremightbesomethinginthestory,too,afterall,and……“Heshutoneofhisbeastlyglassyeyestheeyelidwentonquivering,whileheleeredatmeatrociouslywiththeother。“Lookhere,“sayshe,mysteriously,“if——doyouunderstand?——ifhehasreallygotholdofsomethingfairlygood——noneofyourbitsofgreenglass——understand?——I
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