She slipped from the kitchen into the shadows of a tree near the house and listened until the sobbing ceased.
She crept close to the shed and stood silent and ghost-like beside its daubed walls. Immovable as a cat crouching4 in the hedge to spring on her prey5, she waited until the waning6 moon had sunk behind the crags. She laid her ear close to a crack in the logs from which she had once pushed the red mud to let in the light. All was still at last. The sobbing had stopped. The young wife was sound asleep.
She had wondered vaguely7 at first about the crying, but quickly made up her mind that it was only a lover's quarrel. She was glad of it. The girl would bar her door and sulk all night. So much the better. There would be no danger of her entering the living-room where Jim slept.
She would wait a little longer to make sure she was asleep. A half hour passed. The white-shrouded figure stood immovable, her keen ears tuned8 for the slightest sounds from within.
The stars were shining in unusual brilliance9. She could see her way through the shadows even better than in full moon. A wolf was crying again for his mate from a distant crag. She had grown used to his howls. He had come close to her cabin once in the day-time. She had tried to creep on him and show her friendliness11. But he had fled in terror at the first glimpse of her dress through the parting underbrush.
An owl10 was calling from his dead tree-top down the valley. She smiled at his familiar, tremulous call. Her own eyes were wide as his tonight. No sight or sound of Nature among the crags about her cabin had for her spirit any terror. The night was her mantle12.
She added to the meager13 living which she had wrung14 from her mountain farm by trading with the illicit15 distillers of the backwoods of Yancey County. Too ignorant to run a distillery of her own, she had stored their goods with such skill that the hiding-place had never been discovered. She loved good whiskey herself. She had tried to find in its fiery16 depths the dreams of happiness life had so cruelly denied her.
The hiding-place of this whiskey had puzzled the revenue officers of every administration for years. They had watched her house day and night. Not one of them had ever struck the trail to her storehouse.
The game had excited her imagination. She loved its daring and danger. That there was the slightest element of wrong or crime in her association with the moonshiners of her native heath had never for a moment entered her mind. It was no crime to make whiskey. This was the first article of the creed17 of the true North Carolina mountaineer. They had from the first declared that the tax levied18 by the Federal Government on the product of their industry was an infamous19 act of tyranny. They had fought this tyranny for two generations. They would fight it as long as there was breath in their bodies and a single load of powder and buckshot for their rifles.
Nance considered herself a heroine in the pride of her soul for the shrewd and successful defiance20 she had given the revenue officers for so many years.
She had been too cunning to even allow one of her own people to know the secret of her store house. For that reason it had never been discovered. She always stored the whiskey temporarily in the potato shed or under the cabin floor until night and then alone carried it to the place she had discovered.
She laughed softly at the thought of this deep hiding-place tonight. Its temperature never varied21 winter or summer. Not a track had ever been left at its door. She might live a hundred years and, unless some spying eye should see her enter, its existence could never be suspected.
She tipped softly into the kitchen, walked to the door of the living-room and listened to the even, heavy breathing of the man on the couch.
Once more the faint echo of a sob1 in the shed beyond came to her keen ears. She stood for five minutes. It was not repeated. She had only imagined it. The girl was still asleep.
She turned noiselessly back into the kitchen, put a box of matches in her pocket, felt her way to the low shelf on which she had placed the battered22 lantern, picked it up and shook it to make sure the oil was sufficient.
She stepped lightly into the yard, pushed open the gate of the split-board garden fence, walked along the edge to the corner and selected a spade from the tools that leaned against the boards.
Carrying the spade and unlighted lantern in her left hand, she glided23 from the yard into the woods. Her right hand before her to feel for underbrush or overhanging bough24, she made her way rapidly to the swift-flowing mountain brook25.
Arrived at the water whose musical ripple26 had guided her steps, she removed her shoes and placed them beside a tree. She wore no stockings. The faded skirt she raised and tucked into her belt. She could wade27 knee deep now without hindrance28.
Seizing the spade and lantern, she made her way slowly and carefully downstream for three hundred yards and paused beside a shelving ledge29 which projected half-way across the brook.
She paused and listened again for full ten minutes, immovable as the rock on which her thin, bony hand rested. The stars were looking, but they could only peep through the network of overhanging trees.
Feeling her way along the rock until the ledge rose beyond her reach, she bent30 low and waded31 through a still pool of eddying32 water straight under the mountain-side for more than a hundred feet. Her extended right hand had felt for the stone ceiling above her head until it ran abruptly33 out of reach.
She straightened her body and took a deep breath. Ten steps she counted carefully and placed her bare feet on the dry rock beyond the water.
Carefully picking her way up the sloping bank until she reached a stretch of soft earth, she sank to her hands and knees and crawled through an opening less than three feet in height.
“Thar now!” she laughed. “Let 'em find me if they can!”
She lighted her lantern and seated herself on a boulder34 to rest—one hundred and fifty feet in the depths of a mountain. The cavern35 was ten feet in height and fifty feet in length. The projecting ledges36 of rock made innumerable shelves on which a merchant might have displayed his wares37.
The old woman was too shrewd for that. Her jugs38 were carefully planted in the ground behind two fallen boulders39, and their hiding-place concealed40 by a layer of drift which she had gathered from the edge of the water. She had taken this precaution against the day when some curious explorer might stumble on her secret as she had found it hunting ginsing roots in the woods overhead. Her foot had slipped suddenly through a hole in the soft mould. She peered cautiously below and could see no bottom. She dropped a stone and heard it strike in the depths. She made her way down the side of the crag and found the opening through the still eddying waters. The hole through the roof she had long ago plugged and covered with earth and dry leaves.
She carried her lantern and spade to the further end of her storehouse and dug a hole in the earth about two feet in depth. The earth she carefully placed in a heap.
“That's the place!” she giggled41 excitedly.
She left her lantern burning, dropped again on the soft, mould-covered earth and quickly emerged on the stone banks of the wide, still pool. Her hand high extended above her head, she waded through the water until she touched the heavy ceiling, lowered her body again to a stooping position and rapidly made her way out into the bed of the brook.
She passed eagerly along the babbling42 path and stopped with sure instinct at the tree beside whose trunk she had placed her shoes.
In five minutes she had made her way through the woods and reached the house. She tipped into the kitchen and stood in the doorway43 or the living-room watching her sleeping guest. The even breathing assured her that all was well. Her plan couldn't fail. She listened again for the sobs44 in the shed-room.
She was sure once that she heard them. Five minutes passed and still she was uncertain. To avoid any possible accident she tipped back through the kitchen, circled the house and placed her ear against the crack in the logs.
The girl was sobbing—or was she praying? She crouched45 beside the wall, waited and listened. The night wind stirred the dead leaves at her feet. She lifted her head with a sudden start, laughed softly and bent again to listen.
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n.空间轨道的轰炸机;呜咽,哭泣 | |
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