Reuben was now alone at Odiam—for the first time. Of course Harry1 was with him still, but Harry did not count. There was an extraordinary vitality2 in him, none the less; it was as if the energies unused by his brain were diverted to keep together his crumbled3 body. He grew more shrivelled, more ape-like every day, and yet he persisted in life. He still scraped at his fiddle4, and would often sit for hours at a time mumbling—"Only a poor old man—a poor old man—old man—old man," over and over again, sometimes with a[Pg 413] sudden shrill5 cry of "Salvation's got me!" or "Another wedding!—we're always having weddings in this house." His brother avoided him, and did his best to ignore him—he was the scar of an old wound.
His loneliness seemed to drive Reuben closer to the earth. He still had that divine sense of the earth being at once his enemy and his only friend. Just as the gorse which murders the soil with its woody fibres sweetens all the air with its fragrance6, so Reuben when he fought the harsh strangling powers of the ground also drank up its sweetness like honey. He did not work so hard as formerly7, though he could still dig his furrow8 with the best of them—he knew that the days had come when he must spare himself. But he maintained his intercourse9 with the earth by means of long walks in the surrounding country.
Hitherto he had not gone much afield. If affairs had called him to Battle, Robertsbridge, or Cranbrook, he had driven or ridden there as a matter of business—he had seldom walked in the more distant bye-lanes, or followed the field-paths beyond the marshes10. Now he tramped over nearly the whole country within a radius11 of ten miles—he was a tireless walker, and when he came home knew only the healthy fatigue12 which is more delight than pain and had rewarded his dripping exertions13 as a young man.
He would walk southwards to Eggs Hole and Dinglesden, then across the Tillingham marshes to Coldblow and Pound House, then over the Brede River to Snailham, and turning up by Guestling Thorn, look down on Hastings from the mill by Batchelor's Bump. Or he would go northwards to strange ways in Kent, down to the Rother Marshes by Methersham and Moon's Green, then over to Lambstand, and by side-tracks and bostals to Benenden—back by Scullsgate and Nineveh, and the lonely Furnace road.
He learned to love the moving shadows of clouds[Pg 414] travelling over a sunlit view—to love ridged distances fading from dark bice, through blue, to misty14 grey. He used to watch for the sparkle of light on far cottage windows, the white sheen of farmhouse15 walls and the capped turrets16 of oasts. But he loved best of all to feel the earth under his cheek when he cast himself down, the smell of her teeming17 sap, the sensation that he lay on a kind breast, generous and faithful. It was strange that the result of all his battles should be this sense of perfect union, this comfort in his loneliness. Reuben was not ashamed at eighty years old to lie full length in some sun-hazed field, and stretch his body over the grass, the better to feel that fertile quietness and moist freshness which is the comfort of those who make the ground their bed.
He never let anyone see him in these moments—somehow they were almost sacred to him, the religion of his godless old age. But soon the more distant cottagers came to know him by sight, and watch for the tall old man who so often tramped past their doors. He always walked quickly, his head erect19, a stout20 ash stick in his hand. He was always alone—not even a dog accompanied him. He wore dark corduroys, and either a wide-brimmed felt hat, or no hat at all, proud of the luxuriance of his iron-grey hair. They soon came to know who he was.
"'Tis old Mus' Backfield from Odiam farm by Peasmarsh. They say as he's a hard man."
"They say as he's got the purtiest farm in Sussex—he's done w?onders fur Odiam, surelye."
"But his wife and children's run away."
"They say he's a hard man."
"And he's allus al?an."
"He d?an't seem to care for nobody—never gives you the good marnun."
"It's larment?able to see an old feller lik that all al?an, wudout friend nor kin18."
"He's straight enough in spite of it all—game as a youngster he is."
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