What surprises us is the form, not the substance. Proverbs are art—cheap art. As a general rule they are not true; unless indeed they happen to be mere4 platitudes5, as for instance the proverb, “Half a loaf is better than no bread,” or “A miss is as good as a mile.” Some proverbs are simply imbecile, others are immoral6. That one evolved out of the naive7 heart of the great Russian people, “Man discharges the piece, but God carries the bullet,” is piously8 atrocious, and at bitter variance9 with the accepted conception of a compassionate10 God. It would indeed be an inconsistent occupation for the Guardian11 of the poor, the innocent and the helpless, to carry the bullet, for instance, into the heart of a father.
Gaspar Ruiz was childless, he had no wife, he had never been in love. He had hardly ever spoken to a woman, beyond his mother and the ancient negress of the household, whose wrinkled skin was the colour of cinders12, and whose lean body was bent13 double from age. If some bullets from those muskets14 fired off at fifteen paces were specifically destined15 for the heart of Gaspar Ruiz, they all missed their billet. One, however, carried away a small piece of his ear, and another a fragment of flesh from his shoulder.
A red and unclouded sun setting into a purple ocean looked with a fiery16 stare upon the enormous wall of the Cordilleras, worthy17 witnesses of his glorious extinction18. But it is inconceivable that it should have seen the ant-like men busy with their absurd and insignificant19 trials of killing20 and dying for reasons that, apart from being generally childish, were also imperfectly understood. It did light up, however, the backs of the firing party and the faces of the condemned21 men. Some of them had fallen on their knees, others remained standing22, a few averted23 their heads from the levelled barrels of muskets. Gaspar Ruiz, upright, the burliest of them all, hung his big shock head. The low sun dazzled him a little, and he counted himself a dead man already.
He fell at the first discharge. He fell because he thought he was a dead man. He struck the ground heavily. The jar of the fall surprised him. “I am not dead apparently,” he thought to himself, when he heard the execution platoon reloading its arms at the word of command. It was then that the hope of escape dawned upon him for the first time. He remained lying stretched out with rigid24 limbs under the weight of two bodies collapsed25 crosswise upon his back.
By the time the soldiers had fired a third volley into the slightly stirring heaps of the slain26, the sun had gone out of sight, and almost immediately with the darkening of the ocean dusk fell upon the coasts of the young Republic. Above the gloom of the lowlands the snowy peaks of the Cordillera remained luminous27 and crimson28 for a long time. The soldiers before marching back to the fort sat down to smoke.
The sergeant29 with a naked sword in his hand strolled away by himself along the heap of the dead. He was a humane30 man, and watched for any stir or twitch31 of limb in the merciful idea of plunging32 the point of his blade into any body giving the slightest sign of life. But none of the bodies afforded him an opportunity for the display of this charitable intention. Not a muscle twitched33 amongst them, not even the powerful muscles of Gaspar Ruiz, who, deluged34 with the blood of his neighbours and shamming35 death, strove to appear more lifeless than the others.
He was lying face down. The sergeant recognised him by his stature36, and being himself a very small man, looked with envy and contempt at the prostration37 of so much strength. He had always disliked that particular soldier. Moved by an obscure animosity, he inflicted38 a long gash39 across the neck of Gaspar Ruiz, with some vague notion of making sure of that strong man’s death, as if a powerful physique were more able to resist the bullets. For the sergeant had no doubt that Gaspar Ruiz had been shot through in many places. Then he passed on, and shortly afterwards marched off with, his men, leaving the bodies to the care of crows and vultures.
Gaspar Ruiz had restrained a cry, though it had seemed to him that his head was cut off at a blow; and when darkness came, shaking off the dead, whose weight had oppressed him, he crawled away over the plain on his hands and knees. After drinking deeply, like a wounded beast, at a shallow stream, he assumed an upright posture40, and staggered on light-headed and aimless, as if lost amongst the stars of the clear night. A small house seemed to rise out of the ground before him. He stumbled into the porch and struck at the door with his fist. There was not a gleam of light. Gaspar Ruiz might have thought that the inhabitants had fled from it, as from many others in the neighbourhood, had it not been for the shouts of abuse that answered his thumping41. In his feverish42 and enfeebled state the angry screaming seemed to him part of a hallucination belonging to the weird43 dreamlike feeling of his unexpected condemnation44 to death, of the thirst suffered, of the volleys fired at him within fifteen paces, of his head being cut off at a blow. “Open the door!” he cried. “Open in the name of God!”
An infuriated voice from within jeered45 at him: “Come in, come in. This house belongs to you. All this land belongs to you. Come and take it.”
“For the love of God,” Gaspar Ruiz murmured.
“Does not all the land belong to you patriots46?” the voice on the other side of the door screamed on. “Are you not a patriot47?”
Gaspar Ruiz did not know. “I am a wounded man,” he said apathetically48.
All became still inside. Gaspar Ruiz lost the hope of being admitted, and lay down under the porch just outside the door. He was utterly49 careless of what was going to happen to him. All his consciousness seemed to be concentrated in his neck, where he felt a severe pain. His indifference50 as to his fate was genuine.
The day was breaking when he awoke from a feverish doze51; the door at which he had knocked in the dark stood wide open now, and a girl, steadying herself with her outspread arms, leaned over the threshold. Lying on his back, he stared up at her. Her face was pale and her eyes were very dark; her hair hung down black as ebony against her white cheeks; her lips were full and red. Beyond her he saw another head with long grey hair, and a thin old face with a pair of anxiously clasped hands under the chin.
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