首页 >出版文学> Michael, Brother of Jerry>第3章
  There’snonefinerinanyoftheslipsatChatham。"
  ThethirdSummer’sroseshavestartedintoblow,Whenthefinesterncarvingisbegun。
  Flutings,andtwinings,andlongslowswirls,Bitsofdealshavedawaytothinspiralcurls。
  Tap!Tap!Acornucopiaisnailedintoplace。
  Rap-a-tap!TheyareputtinguparailingfiligreedlikeIrishlace。
  TheThreeTown’speopleneversawsuchgrace。
  Andthepaintonit!Therichestgoldleaf!
  Why,theglitterwhenthesunisshiningpassesbelief。
  AndthatrowofglasswindowstippedtowardtheskyArerubiesandcarbuncleswhenthedayisdry。
  Oh,my!Oh,my!
  Theyhavecopperedupthebottom,AndthecoppernailsStandaboutandsparkleinbigwoodenpails。
  Bang!Clash!Bang!
  "Andheswigg’d,andNickswigg’d,AndBenswigg’d,andDickswigg’d,AndIswigg’d,andallofusswigg’dit,Andsworetherewasnothinglikegrog。"
  Itseemstheysing,Eventhoughcopperingisnotaneasything。
  WhatasplendidspecimenofhumanityisatrueBritishworkman,SaythepeopleoftheThreeTowns,AstheywalkaboutthedockyardTothesoundoftheeveningchurch-bells。
  Andsoartistic,too,eachonetellshisneighbour。
  Whatimmensetasteandlabour!
  MissJessiePrime,inapinksilkbonnet,Titterswithdelightashereyesfalluponit,WhenshestepslightlydownfromLawyerGreen’swhisky;
  Suchamazingbeautymakesonefeelfrisky,Sheexplains。
  Mr。Nicholssaysheisdelighted(Heisthefirm);
  HisworkisallrequitedIfMissJessiecanapprove。
  MissJessieanswersthattheshipis"alove"。
  Thesidesareyellowasmarigold,Theport-lidsareredwhentheportsareup:
  Blood-redsquareslikeanevenchequerOfyellowastersandportulaca。
  Thereisawide"blackstrake"atthewaterlineAndaboveisablueliketheskywhentheweatherisfine。
  Theinnerbulwarksarepaintedred。
  "Why?"asksMissJessie。"’Tisahorridnote。"
  Mr。Nicholsclearshisthroat,Andtellsherthelaunchingdayisset。
  Hesays,"Becareful,thepaintiswet。"
  ButMissJessiehastouchedit,herspriggedmuslingownHasablood-redstreakfromtheshoulderdown。
  "Itlookslikeblood,"saysMissJessiewithafrown。
  Tap!Tap!Rap!
  AnOctoberday,withwavesrunninginblue-whitelinesandacapfulofwind。
  ThreebroadflagsrippleoutbehindWherethemastswillbe:
  RoyalStandardatthemain,Admiraltyflagatthefore,UnionJackatthemizzen。
  Thehammerstapharder,faster,Theymustfinishbynoon。
  Thelastnailisdriven。
  Butthewindhasincreasedtohalfagale,Andtheshipshakesandquiversupontheways。
  TheCommissionerofChathamDockyardiscomingInhisten-oaredbargefromtheKing’sStairs;
  TheMarine’sbandwillplay"GodSaveGreatGeorgeOurKing";
  AndthereistobeadinnerafterwardsattheCrown,withspeeches。
  Thewindscreeches,andflapstheflagstilltheypoundlikehammers。
  Thewindhumsovertheship,Andslipsroundthedog-shores,Jostlingthemalmosttofalling。
  ThereisnotimenowtowaitforCommissionersandmarinebands。
  Mr。Nicholshasabottleofportinhishands。
  Heleansover,holdinghishat,andshoutstothemenbelow:
  "Lethergo!"
  Bang!Bang!Pound!
  Thedog-shoresfalltotheground,Andtheshipslidesdownthegreasedplanking。
  Asplinteringofglass,Andportwinerunningalloverthewhiteandcopperstemtimbers。
  "SuccesstohisMajesty’sship,theBellerophon!"
  AndtheredwinewashesawayinthewatersoftheMedway。
  II
  Paris,March,1814
  FineyellowsunlightdowntherueduMontThabor。
  Teno’clockstrikingfromalltheclock-towersofParis。
  Overthedoorofashop,ingiltletters:
  "Martin——Parfumeur",andsomethingmore。
  Alargegildedwoodensomething。
  Listen!Whataringingofhammers!
  Tap!
  Tap!
  Squeak!
  Tap!Squeak!Tap-a-tap!
  "Blaise。"
  "Oui,M’sieu。"
  "Don’ttouchtheletters。Mynamestays。"
  "Bien,M’sieu。"
  "Justtakedowntheeagle,andtheshieldwiththebees。"
  "AsM’sieupleases。"
  Tap!Squeak!Tap!
  Themanontheladderhammerssteadilyforaminuteortwo,Thenstops。
  "He!Patron!
  Theyarefastenedwell,Nomd’unChien!
  WhatifIbreakthem?"
  "Breakaway,YouandPaulmusthavethemdownto-day。"
  "Bien。"
  Andthehammersstartagain,Drum-beatingatthesomethingofgildedwood。
  SunshineinagoldenfloodLightinguptheyellowfrontsofhouses,Glitteringeachwindowtoaflash。
  Squeak!Squeak!Tap!
  Thehammersbeatandrap。
  APrussianhussaronagreyhorsegoesbyatadash。
  Fromothershops,thenoiseofstrikingblows:
  Pounds,thumps,andwhacks;
  Woodensounds:splinters——cracks。
  Parisisfullofthegallopingofhorsesandtheknockingofhammers。
  "Hullo!FriendMartin,isbusinessslackThatyouareinthestreetthismorning?Don’tturnyourbackAndscuttleintoyourshoplikearabbittoitshole。
  I’vejustbeentakingastroll。
  ThestinkingCossacksarebivouackedallupanddowntheChampsElysees。
  Ican’tgetthesmellofthemoutofmynostrils。
  Dirtyfellows,whodon’tbelieveinfrillsLikewashing。Ah,monvieux,you’dhavetogoOutofbusinessifyoulivedinRussia。So!
  We’vegivenupbeingperfumerstotheEmperor,havewe?
  Blaise,Becarefulofthehen,MaybeIcanfindauseforheroneofthesedays。
  Thateagle’sratherwellcut,Martin。
  ButI’msickofsmellingCossack,TakemeinsideandletmeputmyheadintoastackOforris-rootandmusk。"
  Withintheshop,thelightisdimmedtoapearl-and-greenduskOutofwhichdreamilysparklecountersandshelvesofglass,Containingphials,andbowls,andjars,anddishes;amassOfaqueoustransparencemadesolidbythreadsofgold。
  Goldandglass,Andscentswhichwhiffacrossthegreentwilightandpass。
  Theperfumersitsdownandshakeshishead:
  "Alwaysthesame,MonsieurAntoine,Youartistsarewonderfulfolkindeed。"
  ButAntoineVernetdoesnotheed。
  Heisreadingthenamesonthebottlesandbowls,Doneinfinegiltletterswithwonderfulscrolls。
  "Whathavewehere?`EauImperialOdontalgique。’
  Imustsay,moncher,yournamesarechic。
  Butitwon’tdo,positivelyitwillnotdo。
  Elbadoesn’tcount。Ah,hereisanother:
  `BaumeduCommandeur’。That’sbetter。HeneedssomethingtosmotherRegrets。Alittlelubricant,too,Mightbeuseful。Ihaveit,`SageOil’,perhapshe’llbegoodnow;withitwe’llsubmitThisfineGermanrouge。Ifearheispale。"
  "MonsieurAntoine,don’trailAtmisfortune。Hetreatedmewellandfairly。"
  "AndyoupreferhimtoBourbons,admititsquarely。"
  "Heavenforbid!"Bang!Whack!
  Squeak!Squeak!Crack!
  CRASH!
  "Oh,Lord,Martin!Thatshieldishash。
  Thewholestreetiscoveredwithgoldenbees。
  Theylooklikesomanyyellowpeas,Lyingthereinthemud。I’dliketopaintit。
  `PlumpuddingofEmpire’。That’sratherquaint,itMighttakewiththeKings。ShallItry?""Oh,Sir,Youdistressme,youdo。""PooroldMartin’spurr!
  Buthehasn’tascratchinhim,Iknow。
  Nowletusgetbacktothepowdersandpatches。
  Foolishman,TheKingsareherenow。WemusthitonaplanTochangeallthesetitlesasfastaswecan。
  `BouquetImperatrice’。Tut!Tut!Givemesomeink——
  `BouquetdelaReine’,whatdoyouthink?
  Notthesamereceipt?
  Now,Martin,putawayyourconceit。
  Whowilleverknow?
  `ExtractofNobility’——excellent,sincemostofthemarekilled。"
  "But,MonsieurAntoine——"
  "Youareself-willed,Martin。YouneedasalveForyourconscience,doyou?
  Verywell,we’llhalveThecompliments,alsothepastesanddentifrices;
  SendsometotheKings,andsometotheEmpresses。
  `OilofBitterAlmonds’——theEmpressJosephinecanhavethat。
  `OilofParmaViolets’fitstheotheronepat。"
  Rap!Rap!Bang!
  "Whatahideousclatter!
  BlaiseseemsdeterminedtobatterThatpooroldturkeyintobits,Andpoundtojellymyexcellentwits。
  Come,come,Martin,youmustn’tshirk。
  `Thenightcomethsoon’——etc。Don’tjerkMeuplikethat。`EssencedelaValliere’——
  ThathasacharminglyBourbonair。
  And,oh!Magnificent!Listentothis!——
  `VinaigredesQuatreVoleurs’。NothingamissWiththat——England,Austria,RussiaandPrussia!
  Martin,you’reawonder,Upheavalsofcontinentscan’tkeepyouunder。"
  "MonsieurAntoine,IamgrievedindeedAtsuchlevity。WhatFrancehasgonethrough——"
  "Verytrue,Martin,verytrue,Butneverforgetthatamanmustfeed。"
  Pound!Pound!Thump!
  Pound!
  "Lookhere,inanotherminuteBlaisewilldropthatbirdontheground。"
  Martinshrugshisshoulders。"Ah,well,whatthen?——"
  Antoine,withalaugh:"I’llgiveyoutwosousforthatantiquatedhen。"
  TheImperialEaglesellsfortwosous,Andtheliliesgoup。
  Amanmustchoose!
  III
  Paris,April,1814
  Cold,impassive,themarblearchofthePlaceduCarrousel。
  Haughty,contemptuous,themarblearchofthePlaceduCarrousel。
  Likeawomanrapedbyforce,risingaboveherfate,Borneupbythecoldrigidityofhate,StandsthemarblearchofthePlaceduCarrousel。
  Tap!Clink-a-tink!
  Tap!Rap!Chink!
  Whatfallstothegroundlikeastreakofflame?
  Hush!Itisonlyabitofbronzeflashinginthesun。
  Whatareallthosesoldiers?ThosearenottheuniformsofFrance。
  Alas!No!TheuniformsofFrance,GreatImperialFrance,aredone。
  Theywillrotawayinchestsandhangtodustytattersinbarnlofts。
  Theseareotherarmies。Andtheirname?
  Hush,bestillforshame;
  Bestillandimperturbablelikethemarblearch。
  Anotherbrightsparkfallsthroughtheblueair。
  OverthePlaceduCarrouselawailingofdespair。
  Crowdyourhorsesbackuponthepeople,UhlansandHungarianLancers,Theyseetoomuch。
  Unfortunately,GentlemenoftheInvadingArmies,whattheydonotsee,theyhear。
  Tap!Clink-a-tink!
  Tap!
  AnothersharpspearOfbrightness,AndaringingofquickmetallightnessOnhardstones。
  WorkmenarechippingoffthenamesofNapoleon’svictoriesFromthetriumphalarchofthePlaceduCarrousel。
  Dotheyneedsomuchforcetoquellthecrowd?
  AnoldGrenadierofthelinegroansaloud,Andeachhammertappointsthesobofawoman。
  Russia,Prussia,Austria,andthefaded-white-lilyBourbonkingThinkitwellToguardagainsttumult,Amobisanundependablething。
  Ding!Ding!
  ViennaisscatteredalloverthePlaceduCarrouselInglittering,bent,andtwistedletters。
  YourbettershaveclatteredoverViennabefore,OfficerofhisImperialMajestyourFather-in-Law!
  Tink!Tink!
  Aworkman’schiselcanstrewyoutothewinds,Munich。
  DotheythinkTopleasureParis,usedtothefallofcities,Bygivingherafallofletters!
  Itisamonthtoolate。
  Onemonth,andourlily-whiteBourbonkingHasdoneacolossalthing;
  Hehascurdledlove,Andsouredthedesiresofapeople。
  Stillthelettersfall,Theworkmencreepupanddowntheirladderslikelizardsonawall。
  Tap!Tap!Tink!
  Clink!Clink!
  "Oh,mercifulGod,theywillnottouchAusterlitz!
  Strikemeblind,myGod,myeyescanneverlookonthat。
  Iwouldgivetheotherlegtosaveit,ittookone。
  Cursethem!Cursethem!Aimathishat。
  Givemethestone。Whydidn’tyougiveittome?
  Iwouldnothavemissed。Cursehim!
  Curseallofthem!Theyhavegotthe`A’!"
  Ding!Ding!
  "IsawtheTerror,butIneversawsohorribleathingasthis。
  `Vivel’Empereur!Vivel’Empereur!’"
  "Don’tstrikehim,Fritz。
  Themobwillriseifyoudo。
  Justrunhimouttothe`quai’,Thatwillgethimoutoftheway。
  Theyarealmostthrough。"
  Clink!Tink!Ding!
  ClearasthesuddenringOfabell"Z"strikesthepavement。
  Farewell,Austerlitz,Tilsit,Presbourg;
  Farewell,greatnessdeparted。
  Farewell,Imperialhonours,knockedbroadcastbythebeatinghammersofignorantworkmen。
  Straight,intheSpringmoonlight,Risesthedefloweredarch。
  Inthesilence,shiningbright,Shestandsnakedandunsubdued。
  HermarblecoldnesswillendurethemarchOfdecades。
  Rendherbronzes,hammers;
  Castdownherinscriptions。
  Sheisunconquerable,austere,ColdasthemoonthatswimsaboveherWhenthenightsareclear。
  IV
  Croissy,Ile-de-France,June,1815
  "Whoa!Victorine。
  Deviltakethemare!I’veneverseensoviciousabeast。
  ShekickedJulesthelasttimeshewashere,He’sbeenlameeversince,poorchap。"
  Rap!Tap!
  Tap-a-tap-a-tap!Tap!Tap!
  "I’dratherbelamethandeadatWaterloo,M’sieuCharles。"
  "SacreBleu!Don’tmentionWaterloo,andthedamnedgrinningBritish。
  Wedidn’trunintheolddays。
  Therewasn’tanyrunningatJena。
  Thoseweredecentdays,Anddecentmen,whostoodupandfought。
  Wenevergotbeaten,becausewewouldn’tbe。
  See!"
  "Youwouldhavetaughtthem,wouldn’tyou,SergeantBoignet?
  Butto-dayit’severyoneforhimself,AndtheEmperorisn’twhathewas。"
  "HowtheDevildoyouknowthat?
  Ifhewasbeaten,thecauseIsthegreengeeseinhisarmy,ledbytraitors。
  Oh,Isaynonames,MonsieurCharles,Youneedn’thammersoloud。
  Ifthereareanyspieslurkingbehindthebellows,Ibegtheycomeout。Dirtyfellows!"
  TheoldSergeantseizesared-hotpokerAndadvances,brandishingit,intotheshadows。
  TherowsofhorsesflickPlacidtails。
  VictorinegivesasavagekickAsthenailsGoin。Tap!Tap!
  JulesdrawsahorseshoefromthefireAndbeatsitfromredtopeacock-blueandblack,Purplingdarkerateachwhack。
  Ding!Dang!Dong!
  Ding-a-ding-dong!
  Itisalongtimesinceanyonespoke。
  Thentheblacksmithbrusheshishandoverhiseyes,"Well,"hesighs,"He’sbroke。"
  TheSergeantchargesoutfrombehindthebellows。
  "It’sthegreengeese,Itellyou,Theirheartsareallwhitesandyellows,There’snoredinthem。Red!
  That’swhatwewant。FoucheshouldbefedTotheguillotine,andallParisdancethecarmagnole。
  Thatwouldbreedjollyfinelick-bloodsToleadhisarmiestovictory。"
  "Ancienthistory,Sergeant。
  He’sdone。"
  "Saythatagain,MonsieurCharles,andI’llstunYouwhereyoustandforadung-eatingRoyalist。"
  TheSergeantgivesthepokerasavagetwist;
  Heisaspurpleasthecoolinghorseshoes。
  Theairfromthebellowscreaksthroughtheflues。
  Tap!Tap!TheblacksmithshoesVictorine,AndthroughthedoorwayafinesheenOfleavesflutters,withthesunbetween。
  ByaspurtoffirefromtheforgeYoucanseetheSergeant,withswollengorge,Puffing,andgurgling,andchoking;
  Thebellowskeeponcroaking。
  Theywheeze,Andsneeze,Creak!Bang!Squeeze!
  AndthehammerstrokesfalllikebuzzingbeesOrpatteringrain,Orfasterthanthese,Likethehumofawaterfallstruckbyabreeze。
  Clank!fromthebellows-chainpulledupanddown。
  Clank!
  AndsunshinetwinklesonVictorine’sflank,Startingittoblue,Droppingittoblack。
  Clack!Clack!
  Tap-a-tap!Tap!
  Lord!Whatgalloping!SomemishapIsmakingthatmanridesofuriously。
  "Francois,you!
  Victorinewon’tbethroughForanotherquarterofanhour。""Asyouhopetodie,Workfaster,man,theorderhascome。"
  "Whatorder?Speakout。Areyoudumb?"
  "Achaise,withoutarmsonthepanels,atthegateInthefarside-wall,andjusttowait。
  Wemustbethereinhalfanhourwithswiftcattle。
  You’reastupidfoolifyoudon’thearthatrattle。
  ThoseareGermanguns。Can’tyouguesstherest?
  Nantes,Rochefort,possiblyBrest。"
  Tap!Tap!asthoughthehammersweremad。
  Dang!Ding!Creak!Thefarrier’sladJerksthebellowstillhecrackstheirbones,Andthestifledairhiccoughsandgroans。
  TheSergeantislyingonthefloorStonedead,andhishatwiththetricoloreCockadehasrolledoffintothecinders。Victorinesnortsandlaysbackherears。
  Whatglistensontheanvil?Sweatortears?
  V
  St。Helena,May,1821
  Tap!Tap!Tap!
  Throughthewhitetropicnight。
  Tap!Tap!
  Beatthehammers,Unwearied,indefatigable。
  Theyarehangingdullblackclothaboutthedead。
  LustrelessblackclothWhichchokestheradianceofthemoonlightAndputsoutthelittlemovingshadowsofleaves。
  Tap!Tap!
  Theknockingmakesthecandlesquaver,AndthelongblackhangingswaverTap!Tap!Tap!
  Tap!Tap!
  Intheearswhichdonotheed。
  Tap!Tap!
  Abovetheeyelidswhichdonotflicker。
  Tap!Tap!
  Overthehandswhichdonotstir。
  Chiselledlikeacameoofwhiteagateagainstthehangings,Strucktobrilliancebythefallingmoonlight,Aface!
  Sharpasafrozenflame,Beautifulasanaltarlampofsilver,Andstill。Perfectlystill。
  Inthenextroom,themenchatterAstheyeattheirmidnightlunches。
  Aknifehitsagainstaplatter。
  ButthefigureonthebedBetweenthestiflingblackhangingsIscoldandmotionless,PlayedoverbythemoonlightfromthewindowsAndtheindistinctshadowsofleaves。
  Tap!Tap!
  UpholstererDarlinghasafineshopinJamestown。
  Tap!Tap!
  AndrewDarlinghasriddenhardfromLongwoodtoseetotheworkinhisshopinJamestown。
  Hehasacorpsofmeninit,toilingandswearing,Knocking,andmeasuring,andplaning,andsquaring,Workingfromachartwithfigures,Comparingwiththeirrules,Settingthisandthatparttogetherwiththeirtools。
  Tap!Tap!Tap!
  Hasteindeed!
  SogreatistheneedThatcarpentershavebeentakenfromthenewchurch,JoinershavebeencalledfromshapingpewsandlecternsToworkofgreaterurgency。
  Coffins!
  CoffinsiswhattheyaremakingthisbrightSummermorning。
  Coffins——andalltomeasurement。
  Thereisatincoffin,Adealcoffin,Aleadcoffin,AndCaptainBennett’sbestmahoganydining-tableHasbeensawedupforthegrandoutercoffin。
  Tap!Tap!Tap!
  Sunshineoutsideinthesquare,Butinside,onlyhollowcoffinsandthetappinguponthem。
  Themenwhistle,AndthecoffinsgrowundertheirhammersInthedarknessoftheshop。
  Tap!Tap!Tap!
  Trampofmen。
  Steadytrampofmen。
  Slit-eyedChinesewithlongpigtailsBearingoblongthingsupontheirshouldersMarchslowlyalongtheroadtoLongwood。
  Theirfeetfallsoftlyinthedustoftheroad;
  Sometimestheycallgutturallytoeachotherandstoptoshiftshoulders。
  Fourcoffinsforthelittledeadman,Fourfinecoffins,AndoneofthemCaptainBennett’sdining-table!
  AndsixteensplendidChinamen,allstrongandableAndofassuredneutrality。
  Ah!GeorgeofEngland,LordBathhurst&Co。
  Yourprincelymunificencemakesone’sheartglow。
  Huzza!Huzza!FortheLionofEngland!
  Tap!Tap!Tap!
  MarblelikenessofanEmperor,Deadman,whoburstyourheartagainstaworldtoonarrow,ThehammersdrumyoutoyourlastthroneWhichalwaysyoushallholdalone。
  Tap!Tap!
  Thegloryofyourpastisfadedasasunsetfire,Yourdaylingersonlylikethetonesofawind-lyreInatwilitroom。
  HereistheemptinessofyourdreamScatteredaboutyou。
  Coinsofyesterday,DoublenapoleonsstampedwithConsulorEmperor,StrangeasthoseofHerculaneum——
  Andyoujustdead!
  NotonespoolofthreadWillthesebuyinanymarket-place。
  Laythemoverhim,TheyarethebaublesofacrownofmistWorninavisionandmeltedawayatwaking。
  Tap!Tap!
  HisheartstrainedatkingdomsAndnowitiscontentwithasilverdish。
  StrangeWorld!StrangeWayfarer!
  StrangeDestiny!
  Loweritgentlybesidehimandletitlie。
  Tap!Tap!Tap!
  TwoTravellersinthePlaceVendomeReignofLouisPhilippeAgreattallcolumnspearingattheskyWithalittlemanontop。Goodness!Tellmewhy?
  Helooksasillythingenoughtostanduptheresohigh。
  Whatastrangefellow,likeasoldierinaplay,Tight-fittingcoatwiththetailscutaway,High-crownedhatwhichthebrimsoverlay。
  Two-hornedhatmakesanoutlinelikeabow。
  Musthaveasword,IcanseethelightglowBetweenadarklineandhisleg。VertigoIgetgazingupathim,apygmyflashedwithsun。
  Aweathercockorscarecroworboththingsinone?
  Asbrightasajewelledcrownhungaboveathrone。
  Say,whatistheuseofhimifhedoesn’tturn?
  Justputuptoglitterthere,likeatorchtoburn,Asortofsacrificialshowinaloftyurn?
  Butwhyalittlesoldierinanobsoletedress?
  I’dratherseeaGoddesswithaspear,Iconfess。
  Somethingallegoricalandfine。Why,yes——
  Icannottakemyeyesfromhim。Idon’tknowwhyatall。
  I’velookedsolongthewholethingswims。Ifeelheoughttofall。
  Foreshortenedthereamongthecloudshe’spitifullysmall。
  Whatdoyousay?ThereusedtobeanEmperorstandingthere,Withflowingrobesandlaurelcrown。Really?YetIdeclareThosespiralbattlesroundtheshaftdon’tseemjusthisaffair。
  Atogaed,laurelledman’sImean。NowthischapseemstofeelAsthoughheownedthosesoldiers。Whew!Howhemakesonereel,Swingingroundabovehiscirclingarmiesinawheel。
  Sweepingroundtheskyinanorbitlikethesun’s,Flashingsparkslikecannon-ballsfromhisownlongguns。
  Perhapsmysightistired,butthatfiguresimplystuns。
  Howlowthehousesseem,andallthepeoplearemereflies。
  Thatfellowpokeshishatuptillitscratchesontheskies。
  Impudent!Audacious!But,byJove,heblindstheeyes!
  WarPicturesTheAlliesAugust14th,1914
  Intothebrazen,burnishedsky,thecryhurlsitself。Thezigzaggingcryofhoarsethroats,itfloatsagainstthehardwinds,andbindstheheadoftheserpenttoitstail,thelongsnail-slowserpentofmarchingmen。
  Menweigheddownwithriflesandknapsacks,andparchingwithwar。
  Thecryjarsandsplitsagainstthebrazen,burnishedsky。
  Thisisthewarofwars,andthecause?Hasthiswrithingwormofmenacause?
  Cracklingagainstthepolishedskyisaneaglewithasword。Theeagleisredanditsheadisflame。
  Intheshoulderofthewormisateacher。
  Histonguelapsthewar-suckedairindrought,butheyellsdefianceatthered-eyedeagle,andinhisearsarethebellsofnewphilosophies,andtheirtinklingdrownsthesputteroftheburningsword。Heshrieks,"Goddamnyou!Whenyouarebroken,thewordwillstrikeoutnewshoots。"
  Hisbootsaretight,thesunishot,andhemaybeshot,butheisintheshoulderoftheworm。
  Adustspeckintheworm’sbellyisapoet。
  Helaughsattheflaringeagleandmakesalongnosewithhisfingers。
  Hewillfightforsmooth,whitesheetsofpaper,anduncurdledink。
  Thesputteringswordcannotmakehimblink,andhisthoughtsarewetandrippling。Theycoolhisheart。
  Hewillteartheeagleoutoftheskyandgivetheearthtranquillity,andlovelinessprintedonwhitepaper。
  Theeyeoftheserpentisanownerofmills。
  Helooksattheglaringswordwhichhassnappedhismachineryandstruckawayhismen。
  Butitwillallcomeagain,whentheswordisbrokentoamilliondyingstars,andtherearenomorewars。
  Bankers,butchers,shop-keepers,painters,farmers——men,swayandsweat。
  Theywillfightfortheearth,fortheincreaseoftheslow,surerootsofpeace,forthereleaseofhiddenforces。Theyjibeattheeagleandhisscorchingsword。
  One!Two!——One!Two!——clumptheheavyboots。Thecryhurtlesagainstthesky。
  Eachmanpullshisbeltalittletighter,andshiftshisguntomakeitlighter。Eachmanthinksofawoman,andslapsoutacurseattheeagle。Theswordjumpsinthehotsky,andthewormcrawlsontothebattle,stubbornly。
  Thisisthewarofwars,fromeyetotailtheserpenthasonecause:
  PEACE!
  TheBombardmentSlowly,withoutforce,theraindropsintothecity。ItstopsamomentonthecarvedheadofSaintJohn,thenslidesonagain,slippingandtricklingoverhisstonecloak。Itsplashesfromtheleadconduitofagargoyle,andfallsfromitinturmoilonthestonesintheCathedralsquare。
  Wherearethepeople,andwhydoesthefrettedsteeplesweepaboutinthesky?
  Boom!Thesoundswingsagainsttherain。Boom,again!Afterit,onlywaterrushinginthegutters,andtheturmoilfromthespoutofthegargoyle。
  Silence。Ripplesandmutters。Boom!
  Theroomisdamp,butwarm。Littleflashesswarmaboutfromthefirelight。
  Thelustresofthechandelierarebright,andclustersofrubiesleapinthebohemianglassesonthe`etagere’。Herhandsarerestless,butthewhitemassesofherhairarequitestill。Boom!Willitneverceasetotorture,thisiteration!Boom!Thevibrationshattersaglassonthe`etagere’。Itliesthere,formlessandglowing,withallitscrimsongleamsshotoutofpattern,spilled,flowingred,blood-red。Athinbell-notepricksthroughthesilence。Adoorcreaks。
  Theoldladyspeaks:"Victor,clearawaythatbrokenglass。""Alas!
  Madame,thebohemianglass!""Yes,Victor,onehundredyearsagomyfatherbroughtit——"Boom!Theroomshakes,theservitorquakes。
  Anothergobletshiversandbreaks。Boom!
  Itrustlesatthewindow-pane,thesmooth,streamingrain,andheisshutwithinitsclashandmurmur。Insideishiscandle,histable,hisink,hispen,andhisdreams。Heisthinking,andthewallsarepiercedwithbeamsofsunshine,slippingthroughyounggreen。Afountaintossesitselfupatthebluesky,andthroughthespatteredwaterinthebasinhecanseecoppercarp,lazilyfloatingamongcoldleaves。Awind-harpinacedar-treegrievesandwhispers,andwordsblowintohisbrain,bubbled,iridescent,shootinguplikeflowersoffire,higherandhigher。Boom!
  Theflame-flowerssnapontheirslenderstems。Thefountainrearsupinlongbrokenspearsofdishevelledwaterandflattensintotheearth。Boom!
  Andthereisonlytheroom,thetable,thecandle,andtheslidingrain。
  Again,Boom!——Boom!——Boom!Hestuffshisfingersintohisears。
  Heseescorpses,andcriesoutinfright。Boom!Itisnight,andtheyareshellingthecity!Boom!Boom!
  Achildwakesandisafraid,andweepsinthedarkness。Whathasmadethebedshake?"Mother,whereareyou?Iamawake。""Hush,myDarling,Iamhere。""But,Mother,somethingsoqueerhappened,theroomshook。"
  Boom!"Oh!Whatisit?Whatisthematter?"Boom!"WhereisFather?
  Iamsoafraid。"Boom!Thechildsobsandshrieks。Thehousetremblesandcreaks。Boom!
  Retorts,globes,tubes,andphialslieshattered。Allhistrialsoozingacrossthefloor。Thelifethatwashischoosing,lonely,urgent,goadedbyahope,allgone。Awearymaninaruinedlaboratory,thatishisstory。Boom!Gloomandignorance,andthejigofdrunkenbrutes。
  Diseaseslikesnakescrawlingovertheearth,leavingtrailsofslime。
  Wailsfrompeopleburyingtheirdead。Throughthewindow,hecanseetherockingsteeple。Aballoffirefallsontheleadoftheroof,andtheskytearsapartonaspikeofflame。Upthespire,behindthelacingsofstone,zigzagginginandoutofthecarvedtracings,squirmsthefire。Itspoutslikeyellowwheatfromthegargoyles,coilsroundtheheadofSaintJohn,andaureoleshiminlight。Itleapsintothenightandhissesagainsttherain。TheCathedralisaburningstainonthewhite,wetnight。
  Boom!TheCathedralisatorch,andthehousesnexttoitbegintoscorch。
  Boom!Thebohemianglassonthe`etagere’isnolongerthere。
  Boom!Astalkofflameswaysagainstthereddamaskcurtains。
  Theoldladycannotwalk。Shewatchesthecreepingstalkandcounts。
  Boom!——Boom!——Boom!
  Thepoetrushesintothestreet,andtherainwrapshiminasheetofsilver。
  Butitisthreadedwithgoldandpowderedwithscarletbeads。Thecityburns。
  Quivering,spearing,thrusting,lapping,streaming,runtheflames。
  Overroofs,andwalls,andshops,andstalls。Smearingitsgoldonthesky,thefiredances,lancesitselfthroughthedoors,andlispsandchucklesalongthefloors。
  Thechildwakesagainandscreamsattheyellowpetalledflowerflickeringatthewindow。Thelittleredlipsofflamecreepalongtheceilingbeams。
  TheoldmansitsamonghisbrokenexperimentsandlooksattheburningCathedral。Nowthestreetsareswarmingwithpeople。
  Theyseekshelterandcrowdintothecellars。Theyshoutandcall,andoverall,slowlyandwithoutforce,theraindropsintothecity。
  Boom!Andthesteeplecrashesdownamongthepeople。Boom!Boom,again!
  Thewaterrushesalongthegutters。Thefireroarsandmutters。Boom!
  LeadSoldiersThenurseryfireburnsbrightly,cracklingincheerfullittleexplosionsandtrailsofsparksupthebackofthechimney。Miniaturerocketspepperingtheblackbrickswithgoldenstars,asthoughagalaflamedanightofvictoriouswars。
  Thenoddingmandarinonthebookcasemoveshisheadforwardandback,slowly,andlooksintotheairwithhisblue-greeneyes。Hestaresintotheairandnods——forwardandback。Theredroseinhishandisacrimsonsplashonhisyellowcoat。Forwardandback,andhisblue-greeneyesstareintotheair,andhenods——nods。
  Tommy’ssoldiersmarchtobattle,Trumpetsflareandsnare-drumsrattle。
  Bayonetsflash,andsabresglance——
  Howthehorsessnortandprance!
  CannondrawnupinalineGlitterinthedizzyshineOfthemorningsunlight。FlagsRipplecoloursingreatjags。
  Redblowsout,thenblue,thengreen,Thenallthree——aweavingsheenOfprismedpatriotism。MarchTommy’ssoldiers,stiffandstarch,BoldlysteppingtotherattleOfthedrums,theygotobattle。
  Tommyliesonhisstomachontheflooranddirectshiscolumns。
  Heputshisinfantryinfront,andbeforethemamblesamountedband。
  Theirinstrumentsmakeastrandofgoldbeforethescarlet-tunickedsoldiers,andtheytakeverylongstepsontheirlittlegreenplatforms,andfromtheranksburststhesongofTommy’ssoldiersmarchingtobattle。
  Thesongjoltsalittleasthegreenplatformsstickonthethickcarpet。
  Tommywheelshisgunsroundtheedgeofaboxofblocks,andplacesasquadofcavalryonthecommandingeminenceofafootstool。
  Thefiresnapspleasantly,andtheoldChinamannods——nods。Thefiremakestheredroseinhishandglowandtwist。Hist!ThatisaboldsongTommy’ssoldierssingastheymarchalongtobattle。
  Crack!Rattle!Thesparksflyupthechimney。
  Tommy’sarmy’sofftowar——
  Notasoldierknowswhatfor。
  Butheknowsabouthisrifle,Howtoshootit,andatrifleOftheproperthingtodoWhenit’shewhoisshotthrough。
  Likeacleverlytrainedflea,HecanfollowinstantlyOrders,andsomequickcommandsReallymakeseveredemandsOnamindthat’snonetoorapid,Leadenbrainstendtothevapid。
  ButhowbeautifullydressedIsthisarmy!HowimpressedTommyiswhenathisheelAllhisbaggagewagonswheelAboutthepatternedcarpet,andMovinguphisheavygunsHeseesthemglowwithdiamondsunsFlashingallalongeachbarrel。
  AndthegoldandblueapparelOfhisgunnersisajoy。
  Tommyisaluckyboy。
  Boom!Boom!Ta-ra!
  Theoldmandarinnodsunderhispurpleumbrella。Theroseinhishandshootsitspetalsupinthinquillsofcrimson。Thentheycollapseandshrivellikeredembers。Thefiresizzles。
  Tommyisgallopinghiscavalry,twobytwo,overthefloor。Theymustpasstheopenterrorofthedoorandgaintheenemyencampedunderthewash-stand。
  Themountedbandisverygrand,playingallegroandleadingtheinfantryonatthedoublequick。Thetasselofthehearth-rughasflungdownthebass-drum,andheandhisdapple-greyhorselieovertripped,slippedoutofline,withthelittleleaddrumsticksglisteningtothefire’sshine。
  Thefireburnsandcrackles,andticklesthetrippedbass-drumwithitssparkles。
  Themarchingarmyhitchesitslittlegreenplatformsvaliantly,andsteadilyapproachesthedoor。Theoverturnedbass-drummer,lyingonthehearth-rug,meltingintheheat,softensandshedstears。Thesongjeersathisimpotence,andflauntsthegloryofthemartialandstillupstanding,vauntingthedeedsitwilldo。ForarenotTommy’ssoldiersallbrightandnew?
  Tommy’sleadensoldierswe,Glitteringwithefficiency。
  Notabutton’soutofplace,TonsandtonsofgoldenlaceWindaboutourofficers。
  EverymanlybosomstirsAtthethoughtofkilling——killing!
  Tommy’sdearestwishfulfilling。
  Wearegaudy,savage,strong,AndourloinssoripewelongFirsttokill,thenprocreate,DoublingsothelawsofFate。
  OntheirwomenwehaveswornTograftoursons。AndoverborneThey’llrearusyoungersoldiers,soShallourraceendureandgrow,WaxinggreaterinthewombsBorrowedofthem,whiledamptombsRottheirmen。OGloriousWar!
  Goaduswithyourpoints,GreatStar!
  Thechinamandarinonthebookcasenodsslowly,forwardandback——
  forwardandback——andtheredrosewrithesandwriggles,thrustingitsflamingpetalsunderandoveroneanotherliketorturedsnakes。
  Thefirestrokesthemwithitsdartles,andpurrsatthem,andtheoldmannods。
  Tommydoesnothearthesong。Heonlyseesthebeautiful,new,gaily-colouredleadsoldiers。Theybelongtohim,andheisveryproudandhappy。Heshoutshisordersaloud,andgallopshiscavalrypastthedoortothewash-stand。Hecreepsovertheflooronhishandsandkneestoonebattalionandanother,butheseesonlythebrightcoloursofhissoldiersandthebeautifulprecisionoftheirgestures。
  Heisaluckyboytohavesuchfineleadsoldierstoenjoy。
  Tommycatcheshistoeinthelegofthewash-stand,andjarsthepitcher。
  Hesnatchesatitwithhishands,butitistoolate。Thepitcherfalls,andasitgoes,heseesthewhitewaterflowoveritslip。Itslipsbetweenhisfingersandcrashestothefloor。Butitisnotwaterwhichoozestothedoor。Thestainisglutinousanddark,asparkfromthefirelightheadsittored。Inandout,betweenthefine,newsoldiers,lickingoverthecarpet,squirmsthestreamofblood,lappingatthelittlegreenplatforms,andflappingitselfagainstthepainteduniforms。
  Thenoddingmandarinmoveshisheadslowly,forwardandback。
  Theroseisbroken,andwhereitfellisblackblood。Theoldmandarinleersunderhispurpleumbrella,andnods——forwardandback,staringintotheairwithblue-greeneyes。Everytimehisheadcomesforwardarosebudpushesbetweenhislips,rushesintofullbloom,anddripstothegroundwithasplashingsound。Thepoolofblackbloodgrowsandgrows,witheachdroppedrose,andspreadsouttojointhestreamfromthewash-stand。Thebeautifularmyofleadsoldiersstepsboldlyforward,butthelittlegreenplatformsarecoveredintherisingstreamofblood。
  Thenurseryfireburnsbrightlyandflingsfan-burstsofstarsupthechimney,asthoughagalaflamedanightofvictoriouswars。
  ThePainteronSilkTherewasamanWhomadehislivingBypaintingrosesUponsilk。
  HesatinanupperchamberAndpainted,AndthenoisesofthestreetMeantnothingtohim。
  Whenheheardbugles,andfifes,anddrums,Hethoughtofred,andyellow,andwhiterosesBurstinginthesunshine,Andsmiledasheworked。
  Hethoughtonlyofroses,Andsilk。
  WhenhecouldgetnomoresilkHestoppedpaintingAndonlythoughtOfroses。
  ThedaytheconquerorsEnteredthecity,TheoldmanLaydying。
  Heheardthebuglesanddrums,AndwishedhecouldpainttherosesBurstingintosound。
  ABalladofFootmenNowwhatinthenameofthesunandthestarsIsthemeaningofthismostunholyofwars?
  DomenfindlifesofullofhumourandjoyThatforwantofexcitementtheysmashupthetoy?
  FifteenmillionsofsoldierswithpopgunsandhorsesAllbentuponkilling,becausetheir"ofcourses"
  Arenotquitethesame。Allthesemenbytheears,Andninenationsofwomenchokingwithtears。
  ItisfollytothinkthatthewillofakingCanforcementomakeducksanddrakesofathingTheyvalue,andlifeis,atleastonesupposes,Ofsomelittleinterest,evenifrosesHavenotgrownupbetweenonefootandtheother。
  Whatamarvelbureaucracyis,whichcansmotherSuchquiteelementaryfeelings,andtagAmanwithanumber,andsethimtowagHislegsandhisarmsatthewordofcommandOrtheblowofawhistle!He’scertainlydamned,Fitonlyformince-meat,ifalittlegoldlaceAndanupturnedmoustachecansethimtofaceBullets,andbayonets,anddeath,anddiseases,BecausesomeonehecallshisEmperor,pleases。
  Ifeachmanweretolaydownhisweapon,andsay,Withaclickofhisheels,"IwishyouGood-day,"
  Nowwhat,mayIask,couldtheEmperordo?
  Akingandhisminionsarereallysofew。
  Angry?Oh,ofcourse,amostfuriousEmperor!
  Butthemenaresomanytheyneednotmindhistemper,orThedireresultswhichcouldnotbeinflicted。
  Withnoonetoexecutesentence,convictedIsjusttheweakwindfromanold,brokenbellows。
  Whatlackeysmenare,whomightbesuchfinefellows!
  Tobekillingeachother,unmercifully,Atanorder,asthoughonesaid,"Bringupthetea。"
  OrisitthattastingthebloodontheirjawsTheylapatit,drunkwithitsferment,andlawsSopatientlybuilded,arenothingtodrinkingMoreblood,anyblood。Theydon’tnoticeitsstinking。
  Idon’tsupposetigersdo,fightingcocks,sparrows,And,astomen——whataremen,whentheirmarrowsArerunningwithbloodtheyhavegulped;itisplainSuchexcellentsportdoesnotrecollectpain。
  Tollthebellsinthesteeplesleftstanding。Half-mastTheflagswhichmeantorder,fororderispast。
  Takethedustofthestreetsandsprinkleyourhead,Thecivilizationwe’veworkedforisdead。
  Squeezeintothisarchway,theheadofthelineHasjustswungroundthecornerto`DieWachtamRhein’。
  TheOvergrownPastureReapingYouwanttoknowwhat’sthematterwithme,doyer?
  My!ain’tmenblinder’nmoles?
  Itain’tnothin’new,besureo’that。
  Why,efyou’dhadeyesyou’dha’seedMechangin’underyourverynose,Eachdayalittlediff’rent。
  Butyouneverseenothin’,youdon’t。
  Don’ttouchme,Jake,Don’tyoudars’ttotouchme,Iain’tinnohumour。
  That’swhat’scomeoverme;
  Jestachangeclearthrough。
  Youlaystill,an’I’lltellyer,I’vehaditonmymindtotellyerFersometime。
  It’sastrainlivin’aliefrommornin’tillnight,An’I’mgoin’toputanendtoitrightnow。
  An’don’tmakeanymistakeaboutonething,WhenImarriedyerIlovedyer。
  Why,yourvoice’udmakeMegohotandcoldallover,An’yourkissesmoststoppedmyheartfrombeatin’。
  Lord!Iwasasillyfool。
  Butthat’stheway’twas。
  Well,ImarriedyerAn’thoughtHeav’nwascomin’
  Tosetonthedoor-step。
  Heav’ndidn’tdonosettin’,Thoughthefirstyearwarn’tsobad。
  Thebaby’sfeverthrewyouoffsome,Iguess,An’thenItookherdeathrealhard,An’amopeywifekindo’disgustsaman。
  Iain’tblamin’yerexactly。
  Butthat’show’twas。
  Dolayquiet,IknowI’mslow,butit’shardertosay’nIthought。
  TherecomeatimewhenIgottobeMorewifeaginthanmother。
  ThemotherpartwassortofawasteWhenwedidn’thavenootherchild。
  Butyou’dgotusedterlotso’things,An’youwasalltookupwiththefarm。
  Many’sthetimeI’velaidawakeWatchin’themoongoclearthroughtheelm-tree,Outo’sight。
  I’dfolleryeraroundlikeadog,An’setinthechairyou’dbe’nsettin’in,Jesttofeelitsarmsaroundme,Solong’sIdidn’thaveyours。
  Itpreyedonme,Iguess,Longin’andlongin’
  Whileyouwasbusyallday,andsnorin’allnight。
  Yes,Iknowyou’rewideawakenow,Butnowain’tthen,An’Iguessyou’llthinkdiff’rentWhenI’mdone。
  DoyoumindthedayyouwenttoHadrock?
  Ididn’twanttostayhomeforreasons,Butyousaidsomeone’dhavetobehere’CauseElmerwascomin’toseet’th’telephone。
  An’youneverseewhyIwassosetongoin’withyer,Ourmarriedlifehadn’tbe’nanygreatshakes,Stillmarriageismarriage,an’IwasraisedGod-fearin’。
  But,Lord,youdidn’tnoticenothin’,An’Elmerhangin’aroundallWinter!
  ’Twasalovelymornin’。
  Theapple-treeswasjestelegantWiththeirblossomsallflaredout,An’therewarn’tacloudinthesky。
  Youwent,youwouldn’tpayno’tentiontowhatIsaid,An’IheardtheFordchuggin’formostamile,Theairwassostill。
  ThenElmercome。
  It’snouseyourfrettin’,Jake,I’lltellyouallaboutit。
  IknowwhatI’mdoin’,An’what’sworse,IknowwhatIdone。
  Elmerfixedth’telephoneinabouttwominits,An’hedidn’tseeminnohurrytogo,An’Idon’tknowasIwantedhimtogoeither,Iwasawfulmadatyournottakin’mewithyer,An’Iwastiredo’wishin’andwishin’
  An’gittin’nocomfort。
  Iguessitain’tnecessarytotellyerallthethings。
  Hestayedtodinner,An’hehelpedmedothedishes,An’hesaidahomewasafinething,An’Isaiddisheswarn’tahomeNoryettheroomthey’rein。
  Hesaidaloto’things,An’Ifendedhimoffatfirst,Buthegottalkin’allaroundme,ClostuptothethingsI’dbe’nthinkin’,What’stheuseo’megoin’on,Jake,Youknow。
  Hegotallhewanted,An’Igiveittohim,An’what’smore,I’mglad!
  Iain’tdead,anyway,An’somebodythinksI’msomethin’。
  Keepaway,Jake,Youcankillmeto-morrerifyouwantto,ButI’mgoin’tohavemysay。
  Funnything!GuessIain’tmadetoholdaman。
  Elmerain’tbe’nhereformor’ntwomonths。
  Idon’twanttopretendnothin’,Mebbeifhe’dbe’nlatelyIshouldn’thavetoldyer。
  I’llgoawayinthemornin’,o’course。
  Whatyouwantthelightfer?
  Idon’tlooknodiff’rent。
  Ain’tthemoonbrightenoughTolookatawomanthat’sdeceivedyerby?
  Don’t,Jake,don’t,youcan’tlovemenow!
  Itain’taquestionofforgiveness。
  Why!I’dbethinkin’o’Elmerev’ryminute;
  Itain’tdecent。
  Oh,myGod!Itain’tdecentanymoreeitherway!
  OfftheTurnpikeGoodev’nin’,Mis’Priest。
  IjeststeppedintotellyouGood-bye。
  Yes,it’sallover。
  AllmythingsispackedAn’everylastoneo’themboxesIsonBradley’steamBein’hauledovertoth’depot。
  No,Iain’tgoin’backagin。
  I’mstoppin’overtoFrench’sferto-night,Andgoin’downfirsttraininth’mornin’。
  Yes,itdoseemkinderqueerNottobegoin’toseeCherry’sOrchardnomore,ButLandSakes!Whenachange’scomin’,Why,Ial’ayssayitcan’tcometooquick。
  Now,that’srealkindo’you,Yourdoughnutsisalwayssotasty。
  Yes,I’mgoin’toChicago,Tomyniece,She’smarriedtoafineman,hardwarebusiness,An’doin’realwell,shetellsme。
  Lizzie’sbe’natmetogoouttherforthelongestwhile。
  Sheain’tgotnokithnorkintoChicago,youknowShe’srentedmearealnicelittleflat,Samehouseashers,An’I’mgoin’totrythatcitylivin’folkssay’ssopleasant。
  Oh,yes,hewasrealgenerous,Paidmeasighto’moneyfertheOrchard;
  Itoldhim’twouldn’tyieldnothin’butstones,Butheain’tfarmin’it。
  Lor’,no,Mis’Priest,He’sjesttookittosetandlookattheview。
  Mebbehewouldn’tbesostuckontheviewEfhe’dseediteverymornin’andnightforfortyyearSame’sasIhave。
  Idessayit’sprettyenough,Butit’ssopressedintomeIc’nsee’twithmyeyesshut。
  No。Iain’tcold,Mis’Priest,Don’tshutth’door。
  I’llbeallrightinaminit。
  ButIain’tamitesorrytoleavethatview。
  Well,mebbe’tisqueertofeelso,An’mebbe’taint。
  My!Butthattea’srevivin’。
  Oldthingsain’talwayspleasantthings,Mis’Priest。
  No,no,Idon’tcal’lateoncomin’back,That’swhyI’drutherbetoChicago,Boston’stoonear。
  Itain’tcold,Mis’Priest,It’sjestmythoughts。
  Iain’tsick,only——
  Mis’Priest,efyou’venothin’tertakeyertime,An’haveamindtolisten,Ther’ssomethin’I’dliketerspeakaboutIain’tnevermentionedit,ButI’dliketotellyer’foreIgo。
  Wouldyoumindlowerin’themshades,Falltwilight’sawfulgrey,An’thatfire’srealcosywiththeshadesdrawed。
  Well,IguessfolksaboutherethinkI’vebe’ndret’fulonsociable。
  Youneedn’tsay’taintso,’causeIknowdiff’rent。
  An’what’smore,it’strue。
  Well,thereasonisI’vebe’nscaredouto’mylife。
  Scaredev’ryminito’th’time,fereightyear。
  Eightmortalyear’tis,comenextJune。
  ’Twasontheeighteentho’June,SixmonthsafterI’dburiedmyhusband,Thatsomethin’happenedterme。
  Mebbeyou’llmindthataforethatIwasacheerybody。
  Hiramwastoo,Al’ayslikedtoaskaneighborin,An’ev’nwhenhedied,Barrin’lowsperrits,Iwarn’taversetoseein’nobody。
  Butthateighteentho’Junechangedev’rythin’。
  Iwasdoin’mosto’th’farmworkmyself,Withjestahiredboy,ClarenceKing,’twas,Comin’inferanhourortwo。
  Well,thateighteentho’JuneIwasgoin’round,Lockin’upandseein’tothings’foreIwenttobed。
  Iwasjeststeppin’outt’th’barn,Goin’roundoutside’steado’throughtheshed,’Causetherewassuchasighto’moonlightSomehoworanotherIthought’twouldbeprettyoutdoors。
  Igotsettledforprettythingsthatnight,Iguess。
  Iain’tstuckon’emnomore。
  Well,themlaylockbushessideo’th’houseWasreallovely。
  Glitt’rin’andshakin’inthemoonlight,An’thesmello’themroserightupAn’mosttookmybreathaway。
  Thecolouro’thespikeswasallfadedout,Theyneverkeeptheircolourwhenthemoon’son’em,Butthesmellfair’toxicatedme。
  Iwasal’ayspartialtoasweetscent,An’Iwentcloseupt’th’bushesSo’stoputmyfacerightintoaflower。
  Mis’Priest,jest’sIgotbreathin’inthatlaylockbloomIsaw,layin’rightatmyfeet,Aman’shand!
  Itwasaswhite’sthesideo’th’house,Andsparklin’likethatlum’nouspainttheyputongate-posts。
  Iscreamedrightout,Icouldn’thelpit,An’IcouldhearmyscreamGoin’overan’overInthatechobe’indth’barn。
  Hearin’itaginan’aginlikethatScaredmeso,Idar’sn’tscreamanymore。
  Ijeststoodther,Andlookedatthathand。
  Ithoughttheecho’dbegintohammerlikemyheart,Butitdidn’t。
  Therewasonlyth’wind,Sighin’throughthelaylockleaves,An’slappin’’emupaginthehouse。
  Well,IguessIlookedatthathandMosttenminits,An’itnevermoved,Jestlaytherewhiteaswhite。
  AfterawhileIgottothinkin’thato’course’TwassomedrunkentrampoverfromRedfield。
  Thatcalmedmesome,An’IcommencedtothinkI’dbettergithimoutFromunderthemlaylocks。
  Iplannedtodraghimint’th’barnAn’lockhiminthertillClarencecomeinth’mornin’。
  Igotsomadthinkin’o’thatall-firedbrazentrampAsleepinmylaylocks,Ijeststoopeddownandgrabbedth’handandgiveitanawfulpull。
  ThenIbumpedrightdownsettin’ontheground。
  Mis’Priest,therwarn’tnobodycomewiththehand。
  No,itain’tcold,it’sjestthatIcan’tabearthinkin’ofit,Ev’nnow。
  I’lltakeasipo’tea。
  Thankyou,Mis’Priest,that’sbetter。
  I’drutherfinishnowI’vebegun。
  Thankyou,jestthesame。
  Idroppedthehand’sefit’dbe’nredhot’Steado’icecold。
  FeraminitortwoIjestlaidonthatgrassPantin’。
  ThenIupandruntothemlaylocksAn’pulled’emeverywhichway。
  TrueesI’msettin’here,Mis’Priest,Therwarn’tnothin’ther。
  Ipeekedan’pryedallabout’em,Buttherwarn’tnomantherNeitherlivin’nordead。
  Butthehandwastherallright,Upsidedown,thewayI’ddroppedit,Andglist’nin’fittodazzleyer。
  Idon’tknowhowIdoneit,An’Idon’tknowwhyIdoneit,ButIwantedtogitthatdret’fulhandouto’sightIgotint’th’barn,somehow,An’feltroun’tillIgotaspade。
  Icouldn’tstopferalantern,Besides,themoonlightwasbrightenoughinallconscience。
  ThenIscoopedthatawfulthingupinth’spade。
  Ihadasighto’troubledoin’it。
  Itslidoff,andtippedover,andIcouldn’tbearEv’ntotouchitwithmyfoottopropit,ButIdoneitsomehow。
  ThenIcarrieditoffbe’indthebarn,Closttoanoldapple-treeWhereyoucouldn’tseefromthehouse,An’Iburiedit,Goodan’deep。
  Idon’trec’lectnothin’moreo’thatnight。
  Clarencewokemeupinth’mornin’,Hollerin’fermetocomedownandsetth’milk。
  Whenhe’dgone,Istoleroun’totheapple-treeAndseedtheearthallnewturnedWhereIleftitinmyhurry。
  Ididaheapo’gardenin’
  Thatmornin’。
  Icouldn’tcutnobigsodsFearClarencewouldnoticeandaskmewhatIwanted’emfer,SoIgotteenybitso’turfhereandther,Andnoonecouldn’ttellther’dbe’nanydiggin’
  WhenIgotthrough。
  Theywasawfuldaysafterthat,Mis’Priest,Iusedtergoeverymornin’andpokeaboutthembushes,An’upanddownthefence,Terfindthebodythathandcomeoffof。
  ButIcouldn’tneverfindnothin’。
  I’dlayawakenightsHearin’themlaylocksblowin’andwhiskin’。
  AtlastIhadClarencecut’emdownAn’makeabigbonfireof’em。
  Itoldhimthesmellmademesick,An’thatwarn’tnolie,Ican’tabearthesmellon’emnow;
  An’nowonder,esyousay。
  Ifrettedsomethin’awful’boutthathandIwondered,coulditbeHiram’s,Butfolksdon’trobgraveyardshereabouts。
  Besides,Hiram’shandswarn’tthatawful,starin’white。
  Igiveupseein’people,IwasafearedI’dsaysomethin’。
  Youknowwhatfolksthoughto’meBetter’nIdo,Idessay,Butmebbenowyou’llseeIcouldn’tdonothin’diff’rent。
  ButIstuckitout,Iwarn’tgoin’tobedownedBynoloosehand,nomatterhowitcometherButthatain’ttheworst,Mis’Priest,Notbyalongways。
  Twoyearago,Mr。DensmoremademeanofferforCherry’sOrchard。
  Well,I’dgotusedtoth’thoughto’bein’sorto’blighted,An’Iwarn’tscarednomore。
  Liveddownmyfear,Iguess。
  I’dkindergotusedtoth’thoughto’thatawfulnight,AndIdidn’tmopemuchaboutit。
  OnlyIneverwentouto’doorsbymoonlight;
  Thatstuck。
  Well,whenMr。Densmore’soffercome,Istartedthinkin’’bouttheplaceAn’allthethingsthathadgoneonther。
  ThinksI,IguessI’llgoandseewhereIputthehand。
  Iwasfoolhardywiththelongtimethathadgoneby。
  Iknow’dtheplacerealwell,FerI’dputitrightinbetweentwoo’theappleroots。
  Idon’tknowwhatpossessedme,Mis’Priest,ButIkinderwantedtoknowThatthehandhadbeenfleshandbone,anyway。
  Ithadsorterbotheredme,thinkin’Imightha’imaginedit。
  Itookamornin’whenthesunwasrealpleasantandwarm;
  IguessedIwouldn’tjumpforafewoldbones。
  ButIdidjump,somethin’wicked。
  Therwarn’tnobones!
  Therwarn’tnothin’!
  Notev’nthegoldringI’dmindedbein’onthelittlefinger。
  Idon’tknowefthereverwasanythin’。
  I’veworriedmyselfsickoverit。
  Ibe’ndiggin’anddiggin’dayinanddayoutTillClarenceketchedmeatit。
  Oh,Iknow’drealwellwhatyouallthought,An’Iain’tsayin’you’renotright,ButIain’tgoin’toendinnocounty’sylumIfIc’nhelpit。
  Theshiv’rin’fitscomeonmesuddenlike。
  Iknow’em,don’tyoutrouble。
  I’vefrettedconsiderableaboutthe’sylum,IguessIbe’nfrettin’allthetimeIain’tbe’ndiggin’。
  ButanyhowIcan’tdigtoChicago,canI?
  Thankyou,Mis’Priest,I’mbetternow。Ionlydroppedininpassin’。
  I’lljestbesteppin’alongdowntoFrench’s。
  No,Iwon’tbeseein’nobodyinthemornin’,It’saprettyearlystart。
  Don’tyoustandther,Mis’Priest,Thewind’llblowyerlampout,An’Ic’nseeeasy,Igotaholto’thegatenow。
  Iain’tamitetired,thankyou。
  Good-night。