首页 >出版文学> Lorna Doonel>第82章

第82章

  ThenIswungmeonhightotheswingofthesledge,asathresherbendsbacktotheriseofhisflail,andwithallmypowerdescendingdeliveredtheponderousonset。Crashingandcrushedthegreatstonefellover,andthreadsofsparklinggoldappearedinthejaggedsidesofthebreakage。
  ’Hownow,SimonCarfax?’criedUncleBentriumphantly;
  ’wiltthoufindamaninCornwallcandothelikeofthat?’
  ’Ay,andmore,’heanswered;’however,itbeprettyfairforaladoftheseoutlandishparts。Getyourrollers,mylads,andleadittothecrushingengine。’
  Iwasgladtohavebeenofsomeservicetothem;foritseemsthatthisgreatboulderhadbeentoolargetobedrawnalongthegalleryandtoohardtocrack。Butnowtheymoveditveryeasily,takingpiecebypiece,andcarefullypickingupthefragments。
  ’Thouhastdoneusagoodturn,mylad,’saidUncleReuben,astheotherspassedoutofsightatthecorner;’andnowIwillshowtheethebottomofaverywondrousmystery。Butwemustnotdoitmorethanonce,forthetimeofdayisthewrongone。’
  Thewholeaffairbeingamysterytome,andfarbeyondmyunderstanding,Ifollowedhimsoftly,withoutaword,yetthinkingveryheavily,andlongingtobeabovegroundagain。Heledmethroughsmallpassages,toahollowplacenearthedescendingshaft,whereI
  sawamostextraordinarymonsterfittedup。Informitwaslikeagreatcoffee-mill,suchasIhadseeninLondon,onlyathousandtimeslarger,andwithheavywindlasstoworkit。
  ’Putinabarrow-loadofthesmoulder,’saidUncleBentoCarfax,’andletthemworkthecrank,forJohntounderstandathingortwo。’
  ’Atthistimeofday!’criedSimonCarfax;’andthewatchingashasbeeno’late!’
  However,hediditwithoutmoreremonstrance;pouringintothescuttleatthetopofthemachineaboutabaskefulofbrokenrock;andthenadozenmenwenttothewheel,andforceditround,assailorsdo。Uponthatsuchahideousnoisearose,asInevershouldhavebelievedanycreaturecapableofmaking,andIrantothewellofthemineforair,andtoeasemyears,ifpossible。
  ’Enough,enough!’shoutedUncleBenbythetimeIwasnearlydeafened;’wewilldigestourgoodlyboulderafterthedeviliscomeabroadforhiseveningwork。
  Now,John,notawordaboutwhatyouhavelearned;buthenceforthyouwillnotbefrightenedbythenoisewemakeatdusk。’
  Icouldnotdenybutwhatthiswasveryclevermanagement。Iftheycouldnotkeeptheechoesoftheupperairfrommoving,thewisestplanwastoopentheirvalvesduringthediscouragementofthefallingevening;whenfolkwouldratherbedrivenaway,thandrawnintothewildsandquagmires,byasoundsodeepandawful,comingthroughthedarkness。
  AlthoughthereareveryancienttalesofgoldbeingfounduponExmoor,inlumpsandsolidhummocks,andofmenwhoslewoneanotherforit,thisdeepdiggingandgreatlabourseemedtomeadangerousandunholyenterprise。AndMasterHuckabackconfessedthatuptothepresenttimehistwopartnersandhimselffortheyprovedtobethreeadventurershadputintotheearthmoregoldthantheyhadtakenoutofit。Neverthelesshefeltquitesurethatitmustinaveryshorttimesucceed,andpaythembackanhundredfold;andhepressedmewithgreatearnestnesstojointhem,andworkthereasmuchasIcould,withoutmovingmymother’ssuspicions。Iaskedhimhowtheyhadmanagedsolongtocarryonwithoutdiscovery;andhesaidthatthiswaspartlythroughthewildnessoftheneighbourhood,andthelegendsthatfrightenedpeopleofasuperstitiousturn;partlythroughtheirowngreatcaution,andthemanneroffetchingbothsuppliesandimplementsbynight;butmostofall,theyhadtothankthetroublesoftheperiod,thesuspicionsofrebellion,andtheterroroftheDoones,whichlikethewizardIwasspeakingofkeptfolkfrombeingtooinquisitivewheretheyhadnobusiness。Theslough,moreover,hadhelpedthemwell,bothbymakingtheiraccessdark,andyetmorebyswallowingupandconcealingallthatwascastfromthemouthofthepit。
  Once,beforetheattackonGlenDoone,theyhadanarrowescapefromtheKing’sCommissioner;forCaptainStickleshavingheardnodoubtthestoryofJohnFry,wentwithhalfadozentroopers,onpurposetosearchtheneighbourhood。Nowifhehadriddenalone,mostlikelyhewouldhavediscoveredeverything;buthefearedtoventureso,havingsuspicionofatrap。
  Comingastheydidinacompany,allmountedandconspicuous,thewatchmanwhowaspostednowonthetopofthehill,almosteverydaysinceJohnFry’sappearancecouldnothelpespyingthem,milesdistant,overthemoorland。Hewatchedthemundertheshadeofhishand,andpresentlyrandownthehill,andraisedagreatcommotion。ThenSimonCarfaxandallhismencameup,andmadethingsnatural,removingeverysignofwork;andfinally,sinkingunderground,drewacrossthemouthofthepitahurdlethatchedwithsedgeandheather。OnlySimonhimselfwasleftbehind,ensconcedinaholeofthecrags,toobservethedoingsoftheenemy。
  CaptainSticklesrodeverybravely,withallhismenclatteringafterhim,downtherockypass,andeventothemarginoftheslough。Andtheretheystopped,andheldcouncil;foritwasaperilousthingtoriskthepassageuponhorseback,betweenthetreacherousbrinkandthecliff,unlessoneknewitthoroughly。
  Stickles,however,andonefollower,carefullyfeltthewayalong,havingtheirhorseswellinhand,andbearingaropetodrawthemout,incaseofbeingfoundered。Thentheyspurredacrosstheroughboggyland,fartherawaythantheshaftwas。Herethegroundlayjaggedandshaggy,wroughtupwithhightuftsofreed,orscraggedwithstuntedbrushwood。Andbetweentheupsanddownswhichmetanybodyanyhow
  green-coveredplacestemptedthefoot,andblackbog-holesdiscouragedit。Itisnottobemarvelledatthatamidsuchplaceasthis,forthefirsttimevisited,thehorseswerealittleskeary;andtheirriderspartookofthefeeling,asallgoodridersdo。
  Inandoutofthetuftstheywent,withtheireyesdilating,wishingtobeoutofharm,ifconsciencewerebutsatisfied。Andofthistuftyflaggyground,pockedwithbogsandboglets,oneespecialnatureisthatitwillnotholdimpressions。
  Seeingthusnotrackofmen,noranythingbutmarsh-work,andstormwork,andoftheseasons,thesetwohonestmenrodeback,andweregladtodoso。Forabovethemhungthemountains,cowledwithfog,andseamedwithstorm;andaroundthemdesolation;andbelowtheirfeetthegrave。Hencetheywent,withallgoodwill;andvowedforeverafterwardsthatfearofasimpleplacelikethatwasonlytooridiculous。Sotheyallrodehomewithmutualpraises,andtheircouragewell-approved;andtheonlyresultoftheexpeditionwastoconfirmJohnFry’sreputeasabiggerliarthanever。
  NowIhadenoughofthatundergroundwork,asbeforerelated,tolastmeforayeartocome;neitherwouldI,forsakeofgold,haveeversteppedintothatbucket,ofmyowngoodwillagain。ButwhenItoldLorna——whomIcouldtrustinanymatterofsecrecy,asifshehadneverbeenawoman——allaboutmygreatdescent,andthehoneycombingoftheearth,andthemournfulnoiseateventide,whenthegoldwasunderthecrusherandbewailingthemischiefitmustdo,thenLorna’schiefdesirewastoknowmoreaboutSimonCarfax。
  ’ItmustbeourGwenny’sfather,’shecried;’themanwhodisappearedunderground,andwhomshehaseverbeenseeking。Howgrievedthepoorlittlethingwillbe,ifitshouldturnout,afterall,thathelefthischildonpurpose!Icanhardlybelieveit;canyou,John?’
  ’Well,’Ireplied;’allmenarewicked,moreorless,tosomeextent;andnomanmaysayotherwise。’
  ForIdidnotwishtocommitmyselftoanopinionaboutSimon,lestImightbewrong,andLornathinklessofmyjudgment。
  Butbeingresolvedtoseethisout,anddoagoodturn,ifIcould,toGwenny,whohaddonememanyagoodone,IbeggedmyLornatosaynotawordofthismattertothehandmaiden,untilIhadfurthersearcheditout。
  Andtocarryoutthisresolve,Iwentagaintotheplaceofbusinesswheretheyweregrindinggoldasfreelyasanapothecaryathispills。
  Havingnowtruerightofentrance,andbeingknowntothewatchman,andregardedsinceIcrackedtheboulderasonewhocouldpayhisfooting,andperhapswouldbethemaster,whenUncleBenshouldhechokedwithmoney,IfoundthecorbsentupformerathersoonerthanIwishedit。Forthesmelloftheplacesunderground,andthewaymen’seyescameoutofthem,withlinks,andbrands,andflambeaux,insteadofGod’slighttolookat,weretomeapointofcaution,ratherthanofpleasure。
  Nodoubtbutwhatsomemenenjoyit,beingborn,likeworms,todig,andtoliveintheirownscoopings。Yeteventhewormscomeupsometimes,afteragoodsoftshowerofrain,andholddiscoursewithoneanother;
  whereasthesemen,andthehorsesletdown,comeabovegroundnever。
  Andthechangingoftheskyishalfthechangeournaturecallsfor。Earthwehave,andallitsproducemovingfromthefirstappearance,andthehopewithinfants’eyes,throughthebloomofbeauty’spromise,totherichandripefulfilment,andthefallingbacktorest;seawehavewithallitswondershedoneyes,andears,andheart;andthethoughtofsomethingmore——butwithouttheskytolookat,whatwouldearth,andsea,andevenourownselves,betous?
  Dowelookatearthwithhope?Yes,forvictualsonly。
  Dowelookatseawithhope?Yes,thatwemayescapeit。Attheskyalonethoughquestionedwiththedoubtsofsunshine,orscatteredwithuncertainstars,attheskyalonewelookwithpurehopeandwithmemory。
  HenceitalwayshurtmyfeelingswhenIgotintothatbucket,withmysmall-clothesturnedupover,andakerchiefroundmyhat。Butknowingthatmypurposewassound,andmymotivespure,Ilettheskygrowtoalittlebluehole,andthentonothingoverme。AtthebottomMasterCarfaxmetme,beingcaptainofthemine,anddesiroustoknowmybusiness。Heworealoosesackroundhisshoulders,andhisbeardwastwofeetlong。
  ’Mybusinessistospeakwithyou,’Iansweredrathersternly;forthisman,whowasnothingmorethanUncleReuben’sservant,hadcarriedthingstoofarwithme,showingnorespectwhatever;andthoughIdidnotcareformuch,Ilikedtoreceivealittle,eveninmyearlydays。
  ’Coomintothemuck-hole,then,’washisgraciousanswer;andheledmeintoafilthycell,wheretheminerschangedtheirjackets。
  ’SimonCarfax,Ibegan,withamannertodiscouragehim;’Ifearyouareashallowfellow,andnotworthmytrouble。’
  ’Thendon’ttakeit,’hereplied;’Iwantnoman’strouble。’
  ’ForyoursakeIwouldnot,’Ianswered;’butforyourdaughter’ssakeIwill;thedaughterwhomyoulefttostarvesopitifullyinthewilderness。’
  Themanstaredatmewithhispalegrayeyes,whosecolourwaslostfromcandlelight;andhisvoiceaswellashisbodyshook,whilehecried,——
  ’Itisalie,man。Nodaughter,andnosonhaveI。
  Norwaseverchildofminelefttostarveinthewilderness。Youaretoobigformetotackle,andthatmakesyouacowardforsayingit。’Hishandswereplayingwithapickaxehelve,asifhelongedtohavemeunderit。
  ’PerhapsIhavewrongedyou,Simon,’Iansweredverysoftly;forthesweatuponhisforeheadshoneinthesmokytorchlight;’ifIhave,Icraveyourpardon。ButdidyounotbringupfromCornwallalittlemaidnamed“Gwenny,“andsupposedtobeyourdaughter?’
  ’Ay,andshewasmydaughter,mylastandonlychildoffive;andforherIwouldgivethismine,andallthegoldwillevercomefromit。’
  ’Youshallhaveher,withouteithermineorgold;ifyouonlyprovetomethatyoudidnotabandonher。’
  ’Abandonher!IabandonGwenny!’Hecriedwithsucharageofscorn,thatIatoncebelievedhim。’Theytoldmeshewasdead,andcrushed,andburiedinthedrifthere;andhalfmyheartdiedwithher。TheAlmightyblasttheirmining-work,ifthescoundrelsliedtome!’
  ’Thescoundrelsmusthaveliedtoyou,’Ianswered,withaspiritfiredbyhisheatoffury:’themaidislivingandwithus。Comeup;andyoushallseeher。’
  ’Rigthebucket,’heshoutedoutalongtheechoinggallery;andthenhefellagainstthewall,andthroughthegrimysackIsawtheheavingofhisbreast,asI