In the little stateroom the captain tossed a blanket on the floor in a corner, and he did not find it difficult to get Jerry to understand that that was his bed. Nor did Jerry, with a full stomach and weary from so much excitement, find it difficult to fall immediately asleep.
An hour later he was awakened3 by the entrance of Borckman. When he wagged his stub of a tail and smiled friendly with his eyes, the mate scowled4 at him and muttered angrily in his throat. Jerry made no further overtures5, but lay quietly watching. The mate had come to take a drink. In truth, he was stealing the drink from Van Horn’s supply. Jerry did not know this. Often, on the plantation6, he had seen the white men take drinks. But there was something somehow different in the manner of Borckman’s taking a drink. Jerry was aware, vaguely7, that there was something surreptitious about it. What was wrong he did not know, yet he sensed the wrongness and watched suspiciously.
After the mate departed, Jerry would have slept again had not the carelessly latched8 door swung open with a bang. Opening his eyes, prepared for any hostile invasion from the unknown, he fell to watching a large cockroach9 crawling down the wall. When he got to his feet and warily10 stalked toward it, the cockroach scuttled11 away with a slight rustling12 noise and disappeared into a crack. Jerry had been acquainted with cockroaches13 all his life, but he was destined14 to learn new things about them from the particular breed that dwelt on the Arangi.
After a cursory15 examination of the stateroom he wandered out into the cabin. The blacks, sprawled16 about everywhere, but, conceiving it to be his duty to his Skipper, Jerry made it a point to identify each one. They scowled and uttered low threatening noises when he sniffed18 close to them. One dared to menace him with a blow, but Jerry, instead of slinking away, showed his teeth and prepared to spring. The black hastily dropped the offending hand to his side and made soothing19, penitent20 noises, while others chuckled21; and Jerry passed on his way. It was nothing new. Always a blow was to be expected from blacks when white men were not around. Both the mate and the captain were on deck, and Jerry, though unafraid, continued his investigations22 cautiously.
But at the doorless entrance to the lazarette aft, he threw caution to the winds and darted23 in in pursuit of the new scent24 that came to his nostrils25. A strange person was in the low, dark space whom he had never smelled. Clad in a single shift and lying on a coarse grass-mat spread upon a pile of tobacco cases and fifty-pound tins of flour, was a young black girl.
There was something furtive26 and lurking27 about her that Jerry did not fail to sense, and he had long since learned that something was wrong when any black lurked28 or skulked29. She cried out with fear as he barked an alarm and pounced30 upon her. Even though his teeth scratched her bare arm, she did not strike at him. Not did she cry out again. She cowered31 down and trembled and did not fight back. Keeping his teeth locked in the hold he had got on her flimsy shift, he shook and dragged at her, all the while growling32 and scolding for her benefit and yelping35 a high clamour to bring Skipper or the mate.
In the course of the struggle the girl over-balanced on the boxes and tins and the entire heap collapsed36. This caused Jerry to yelp34 a more frenzied37 alarm, while the blacks, peering in from the cabin, laughed with cruel enjoyment38.
When Skipper arrived, Jerry wagged his stump39 tail and, with ears laid back, dragged and tugged40 harder than ever at the thin cotton of the girl’s garment. He expected praise for what he had done, but when Skipper merely told him to let go, he obeyed with the realization41 that this lurking, fear-struck creature was somehow different, and must be treated differently, from other lurking creatures.
Fear-struck she was, as it is given to few humans to be and still live. Van Horn called her his parcel of trouble, and he was anxious to be rid of the parcel, without, however, the utter annihilation of the parcel. It was this annihilation which he had saved her from when he bought her in even exchange for a fat pig.
Stupid, worthless, spiritless, sick, not more than a dozen years old, no delight in the eyes of the young men of her village, she had been consigned42 by her disappointed parents to the cooking-pot. When Captain Van Horn first encountered her had been when she was the central figure in a lugubrious44 procession on the banks of the Balebuli River.
Anything but a beauty—had been his appraisal45 when he halted the procession for a pow-wow. Lean from sickness, her skin mangy with the dry scales of the disease called bukua, she was tied hand and foot and, like a pig, slung46 from a stout47 pole that rested on the shoulders of the bearers, who intended to dine off of her. Too hopeless to expect mercy, she made no appeal for help, though the horrible fear that possessed48 her was eloquent49 in her wild-staring eyes.
In the universal bêche-de-mer English, Captain Van Horn had learned that she was not regarded with relish50 by her companions, and that they were on their way to stake her out up to her neck in the running water of the Balebuli. But first, before they staked her, their plan was to dislocate her joints51 and break the big bones of the arms and legs. This was no religious rite52, no placation53 of the brutish jungle gods. Merely was it a matter of gastronomy54. Living meat, so treated, was made tender and tasty, and, as her companions pointed43 out, she certainly needed to be put through such a process. Two days in the water, they told the captain, ought to do the business. Then they would kill her, build the fire, and invite in a few friends.
After half an hour of bargaining, during which Captain Van Horn had insisted on the worthlessness of the parcel, he had bought a fat pig worth five dollars and exchanged it for her. Thus, since he had paid for the pig in trade goods, and since trade goods were rated at a hundred per cent. profit, the girl had actually cost him two dollars and fifty cents.
And then Captain Van Horn’s troubles had begun. He could not get rid of the girl. Too well he knew the natives of Malaita to turn her over to them anywhere on the island. Chief Ishikola of Su’u had offered five twenties of drinking coconuts55 for her, and Bau, a bush chief, had offered two chickens on the beach at Malu. But this last offer had been accompanied by a sneer56, and had tokened the old rascal’s scorn of the girl’s scrawniness. Failing to connect with the missionary57 brig, the Western Cross, on which she would not have been eaten, Captain Van Horn had been compelled to keep her in the cramped58 quarters of the Arangi against a problematical future time when he would be able to turn her over to the missionaries59.
But toward him the girl had no heart of gratitude60 because she had no brain of understanding. She, who had been sold for a fat pig, considered her pitiful rôle in the world to be unchanged. Eatee she had been. Eatee she remained. Her destination merely had been changed, and this big fella white marster of the Arangi would undoubtedly61 be her destination when she had sufficiently62 fattened63. His designs on her had been transparent64 from the first, when he had tried to feed her up. And she had outwitted him by resolutely65 eating no more than would barely keep her alive.
As a result, she, who had lived in the bush all her days and never so much as set foot in a canoe, rocked and rolled unendingly over the broad ocean in a perpetual nightmare of fear. In the bêche-de-mer that was current among the blacks of a thousand islands and ten thousand dialects, the Arangi’s procession of passengers assured her of her fate. “My word, you fella Mary,” one would say to her, “short time little bit that big fella white marster kai-kai along you.” Or, another: “Big fella white marster kai-kai along you, my word, belly66 belong him walk about too much.”
Kai-kai was the bêche-de-mer for “eat.” Even Jerry knew that. “Eat” did not obtain in his vocabulary; but kai-kai did, and it meant all and more than “eat,” for it served for both noun and verb.
But the girl never replied to the jeering67 of the blacks. For that matter, she never spoke68 at all, not even to Captain Van Horn, who did not so much as know her name.
It was late afternoon, after discovering the girl in the lazarette, when Jerry again came on deck. Scarcely had Skipper, who had carried him up the steep ladder, dropped him on deck than Jerry made a new discovery—land. He did not see it, but he smelled it. His nose went up in the air and quested to windward along the wind that brought the message, and he read the air with his nose as a man might read a newspaper—the salt smells of the seashore and of the dank muck of mangrove69 swamps at low tide, the spicy70 fragrances71 of tropic vegetation, and the faint, most faint, acrid72 tingle73 of smoke from smudgy fires.
The trade, which had laid the Arangi well up under the lee of this outjutting point of Malaita, was now failing, so that she began to roll in the easy swells74 with crashings of sheets and tackles and thunderous flappings of her sails. Jerry no more than cocked a contemptuous quizzical eye at the mainsail anticking above him. He knew already the empty windiness of its threats, but he was careful of the mainsheet blocks, and walked around the traveller instead of over it.
While Captain Van Horn, taking advantage of the calm to exercise the boat’s crew with the fire-arms and to limber up the weapons, was passing out the Lee-Enfields from their place on top the cabin skylight, Jerry suddenly crouched76 and began to stalk stiff-legged. But the wild-dog, three feet from his lair77 under the trade-boxes, was not unobservant. He watched and snarled78 threateningly. It was not a nice snarl79. In fact, it was as nasty and savage80 a snarl as all his life had been nasty and savage. Most small creatures were afraid of that snarl, but it had no deterrent81 effect on Jerry, who continued his steady stalking. When the wild-dog sprang for the hole under the boxes, Jerry sprang after, missing his enemy by inches. Tossing overboard bits of wood, bottles and empty tins, Captain Van Horn ordered the eight eager boat’s crew with rifles to turn loose. Jerry was excited and delighted with the fusillade, and added his puppy yelpings to the noise. As the empty brass82 cartridges83 were ejected, the return boys scrambled85 on the deck for them, esteeming87 them as very precious objects and thrusting them, still warm, into the empty holes in their ears. Their ears were perforated with many of these holes, the smallest capable of receiving a cartridge84, while the larger ones contained-clay pipes, sticks of tobacco, and even boxes of matches. Some of the holes in the ear-lobes were so huge that they were plugged with carved wooden cylinders88 three inches in diameter.
Mate and captain carried automatics in their belts, and with these they turned loose, shooting away clip after clip to the breathless admiration89 of the blacks for such marvellous rapidity of fire. The boat’s crew were not even fair shots, but Van Horn, like every captain in the Solomons, knew that the bush natives and salt-water men were so much worse shots, and knew that the shooting of his boat’s crew could be depended upon—if the boat’s crew itself did not turn against the ship in a pinch.
At first, Borckman’s automatic jammed, and he received a caution from Van Horn for his carelessness in not keeping it clean and thin-oiled. Also, Borckman was twittingly asked how many drinks he had taken, and if that was what accounted for his shooting being under his average. Borckman explained that he had a touch of fever, and Van Horn deferred90 stating his doubts until a few minutes later, squatting91 in the shade of the spanker with Jerry in his arms, he told Jerry all about it.
“The trouble with him is the schnapps, Jerry,” he explained. “Gott-fer-dang, it makes me keep all my watches and half of his. And he says it’s the fever. Never believe it, Jerry. It’s the schnapps—just the plain s-c-h-n-a-p-p-s schnapps. An’ he’s a good sailor-man, Jerry, when he’s sober. But when he’s schnappy he’s sheer lunatic. Then his noddle goes pinwheeling and he’s a blighted92 fool, and he’d snore in a gale93 and suffer for sleep in a dead calm.—Jerry, you’re just beginning to pad those four little soft feet of yours into the world, so take the advice of one who knows and leave the schnapps alone. Believe me, Jerry, boy—listen to your father—schnapps will never buy you anything.”
Whereupon, leaving Jerry on deck to stalk the wild-dog, Captain Van Horn went below into the tiny stateroom and took a long drink from the very bottle from which Borckman was stealing.
The stalking of the wild-dog became a game, at least to Jerry, who was so made that his heart bore no malice94, and who hugely enjoyed it. Also, it gave him a delightful95 consciousness of his own mastery, for the wild-dog always fled from him. At least so far as dogs were concerned, Jerry was cock of the deck of the Arangi. It did not enter his head to query96 how his conduct affected97 the wild-dog, though, in truth, he led that individual a wretched existence. Never, except when Jerry was below, did the wild one dare venture more than several feet from his retreat, and he went about in fear and trembling of the fat roly-poly puppy who was unafraid of his snarl.
In the late afternoon, Jerry trotted98 aft, after having administered another lesson to the wild-dog, and found Skipper seated on the deck, back against the low rail, knees drawn99 up, and gazing absently off to leeward100. Jerry sniffed his bare calf—not that he needed to identify it, but just because he liked to, and in a sort of friendly greeting. But Van Horn took no notice, continuing to stare out across the sea. Nor was he aware of the puppy’s presence.
Jerry rested the length of his chin on Skipper’s knee and gazed long and earnestly into Skipper’s face. This time Skipper knew, and was pleasantly thrilled; but still he gave no sign. Jerry tried a new tack75. Skipper’s hand drooped101 idly, half open, from where the forearm rested on the other knee. Into the part-open hand Jerry thrust his soft golden muzzle102 to the eyes and remained quite still. Had he been situated103 to see, he would have seen a twinkle in Skipper’s eyes, which had been withdrawn104 from the sea and were looking down upon him. But Jerry could not see. He kept quiet a little longer, and then gave a prodigious105 sniff17.
This was too much for Skipper, who laughed with such genial106 heartiness107 as to lay Jerry’s silky ears back and down in self-deprecation of affection and pleadingness to bask108 in the sunshine of the god’s smile. Also, Skipper’s laughter set Jerry’s tail wildly bobbing. The half-open hand closed in a firm grip that gathered in the slack of the skin of one side of Jerry’s head and jowl. Then the hand began to shake him back and forth109 with such good will that he was compelled to balance back and forth on all his four feet.
It was bliss110 to Jerry. Nay111, more, it was ecstasy112. For Jerry knew there was neither anger nor danger in the roughness of the shake, and that it was play of the sort that he and Michael had indulged in. On occasion, he had so played with Biddy and lovingly mauled her about. And, on very rare occasion, Mister Haggin had lovingly mauled him about. It was speech to Jerry, full of unmistakable meaning.
As the shake grew rougher, Jerry emitted his most ferocious113 growl33, which grew more ferocious with the increasing violence of the shaking. But that, too, was play, a making believe to hurt the one he liked too well to hurt. He strained and tugged at the grip, trying to twist his jowl in the slack of skin so as to reach a bite.
When Skipper, with a quick thrust, released him and shoved him clear, he came back, all teeth and growl, to be again caught and shaken. The play continued, with rising excitement to Jerry. Once, too quick for Skipper, he caught his hand between teeth; but he did not bring them together. They pressed lovingly, denting114 the skin, but there was no bite in them.
The play grew rougher, and Jerry lost himself in the play. Still playing, he grew so excited that all that had been feigned115 became actual. This was battle a struggle against the hand that seized and shook him and thrust him away. The make-believe of ferocity passed out of his growls116; the ferocity in them became real. Also, in the moments when he was shoved away and was springing back to the attack, he yelped117 in high-pitched puppy hysteria. And Captain Van Horn, realizing, suddenly, instead of clutching, extended his hand wide open in the peace sign that is as ancient as the human hand. At the same time his voice rang out the single word, “Jerry!” In it was all the imperativeness118 of reproof119 and command and all the solicitous120 insistence121 of love.
Jerry knew and was checked back to himself. He was instantly contrite122, all soft humility123, ears laid back with pleadingness for forgiveness and protestation of a warm throbbing124 heart of love. Instantly, from an open-mouthed, fang-bristling dog in full career of attack, he melted into a bundle of softness and silkiness, that trotted to the open hand and kissed it with a tongue that flashed out between white gleaming teeth like a rose-red jewel. And the next moment he was in Skipper’s arms, jowl against cheek, and the tongue was again flashing out in all the articulateness possible for a creature denied speech. It was a veritable love-feast, as dear to one as to the other.
“Gott-fer-dang!” Captain Van Horn crooned. “You’re nothing but a bunch of high-strung sensitiveness, with a golden heart in the middle and a golden coat wrapped all around. Gott-fer-dang, Jerry, you’re gold, pure gold, inside and out, and no dog was ever minted like you in all the world. You’re heart of gold, you golden dog, and be good to me and love me as I shall always be good to you and love you for ever and for ever.”
And Captain Van Horn, who ruled the Arangi in bare legs, a loin cloth, and a sixpenny under-shirt, and ran cannibal blacks back and forth in the blackbird trade with an automatic strapped125 to his body waking and sleeping and with his head forfeit126 in scores of salt-water villages and bush strongholds, and who was esteemed127 the toughest skipper in the Solomons where only men who are tough may continue to live and esteem86 toughness, blinked with sudden moisture in his eyes, and could not see for the moment the puppy that quivered all its body of love in his arms and kissed away the salty softness of his eyes.
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v.像动物一样蹲下( squat的过去式和过去分词 );非法擅自占用(土地或房屋);为获得其所有权;而占用某片公共用地。 | |
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69 mangrove | |
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70 spicy | |
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72 acrid | |
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73 tingle | |
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77 lair | |
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80 savage | |
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81 deterrent | |
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82 brass | |
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83 cartridges | |
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84 cartridge | |
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85 scrambled | |
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86 esteem | |
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88 cylinders | |
n.圆筒( cylinder的名词复数 );圆柱;汽缸;(尤指用作容器的)圆筒状物 | |
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89 admiration | |
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93 gale | |
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94 malice | |
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99 drawn | |
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102 muzzle | |
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106 genial | |
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107 heartiness | |
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110 bliss | |
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114 denting | |
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116 growls | |
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120 solicitous | |
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121 insistence | |
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122 contrite | |
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123 humility | |
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124 throbbing | |
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