The centre of our life in the cabin was, of course, the fireplace, whose hugeness and whose mighty3 fires remained a wonder with us. There was a crane in the chimney and dangling4 pot-hooks, and until the cooking-stove could be set up in an adjoining shed the cooking had to be done on the hearth5, and the bread baked in a Dutch-oven in the hot ashes. We had always heard of this operation, which was a necessity of early days; and nothing else, perhaps, realized them so vividly6 for us as the loaf laid in the iron-lidded skillet, which was then covered with ashes and heaped with coals.
I am not certain that the bread tasted[Pg 24] any better for the romantic picturesqueness7 of its experience, or that the cornmeal, mixed warm from the mill and baked on an oak plank8 set up before the fire, had merits beyond the hoe-cake of art; but I think there can be no doubt that new corn grated to meal when just out of the milk, and then moulded and put in like manner to brown in the glow of such embers, would still have the sweetness that was incomparable then. When the maple9 sap started in February, we tried the scheme we had cherished all winter of making with it tea which should be in a manner self-sugared. But the scheme was a failure—we spoiled the sap without sweetening the tea.
We sat up late before the big fire at night, our faces burning in the glow, and our backs and feet freezing in the draft that swept in from the imperfectly closing door, and then we boys climbed to our bed in the loft10. We reached it by a ladder, which we should have been glad to pull up after us as a protection against Indians in the pioneer fashion; but, with the advancement11 of modern lux[Pg 25]ury, the ladder had been nailed to the floor.
Once aloft, however, we were in a domain12 sacred to the past. The rude floor rattled13 and wavered loosely under our tread, and the window in the gable stood open or shut at its own will. There were cracks in the shingles14, through which we could see the stars, when there were stars, and which, when the first snow came, let the flakes15 sift16 in upon the floor. I should not like to step out of bed into a snow-wreath in the morning now; but then I was glad to do it, and so far from thinking that or anything in our life a hardship, I counted it all joy.
Our barrels of paper-covered books were stowed away in that loft, and overhauling17 them one day I found a paper copy of the poems of a certain Henry W. Longfellow, then wholly unknown to me; and while the old grist-mill, whistling and wheezing18 to itself, made a vague music in my ears, my soul was filled with this new, strange sweetness. I read the “Spanish Student” there, and the “Coplas de Manrique” and the solemn and ever-beautiful “Voices of the Night.[Pg 26]”
There were other books in those barrels which I must have read also, but I remember only these, that spirited me again to Spain, where I had already been with Irving, and led me to attack seriously the old Spanish grammar which had been knocking about our house ever since my father bought it from a soldier of the Mexican War.
But neither these nor any other books made me discontented with the small-boy’s world about me. They made it a little more populous19 with visionary shapes, but that was well, and there was room for them all. It was not darkened with cares, and the duties in it were not many.
We had always worked, and we older boys had our axes now, and believed ourselves to be clearing a piece of woods which covered a hill belonging to the milling property. The timber was black-walnut and oak and hickory, and I cannot think we made much havoc21 in it; but we must have felled some of the trees, for I remember helping22 to cut them into saw-logs with the cross-cut saw, and the rapture we had in starting our logs from the[Pg 27] brow of the hill and watching their whirling rush to the bottom. We experimented, as boys will, and we felled one large hickory with the saw instead of the axe20, and barely escaped with our lives when it suddenly split near the bark, and the butt23 shot out between us. I preferred buckeye and sycamore trees for my own axe; they were of no use when felled, but they chopped delightfully24.
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adj.富有诗意的,有诗人气质的,善于抒情的 | |
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悬吊着( dangle的现在分词 ); 摆动不定; 用某事物诱惑…; 吊胃口 | |
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n.板条,木板,政策要点,政纲条目 | |
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