叉叉电子书 > 文学电子书 > 英语天堂 >

第50章

英语天堂-第50章

小说: 英语天堂 字数: 每页3500字

按键盘上方向键 ← 或 → 可快速上下翻页,按键盘上的 Enter 键可回到本书目录页,按键盘上方向键 ↑ 可回到本页顶部!
————未阅读完?加入书签已便下次继续阅读!



t danger that a horse could be caught; there he would bear down full tilt; shouting; “Now for it! cotch him! cotch him!” in a way that would set everything to indiscriminate rout in a moment。
Haley ran up and down; and cursed and swore and stamped miscellaneously。 Mr。 Shelby in vain tried to shout directions from the balcony; and Mrs。 Shelby from her chamber window alternately laughed and wondered;—not without some inkling of what lay at the bottom of all this confusion。
At last; about twelve o’clock; Sam appeared triumphant; mounted on Jerry; with Haley’s horse by his side; reeking with sweat; but with flashing eyes and dilated nostrils; showing that the spirit of freedom had not yet entirely subsided。
“He’s cotched!” he exclaimed; triumphantly。 “If ’t hadn’t been for me; they might a bust themselves; all on ’em; but I cotched him!”
“You!” growled Haley; in no amiable mood。 “If it hadn’t been for you; this never would have happened。”
“Lord bless us; Mas’r;” said Sam; in a tone of the deepest concern; “and me that has been racin’ and chasin’ till the sweat jest pours off me!”
“Well; well!” said Haley; “you’ve lost me near three hours; with your cursed nonsense。 Now let’s be off; and have no more fooling。”
“Why; Mas’r;” said Sam; in a deprecating tone; “I believe you mean to kill us all clar; horses and all。 Here we are all just ready to drop down; and the critters all in a reek of sweat。 Why; Mas’r won’t think of startin’ on now till arter dinner。 Mas’rs’ hoss wants rubben down; see how he splashed hisself; and Jerry limps too; don’t think Missis would be willin’ to have us start dis yer way; no how。 Lord bless you; Mas’r; we can ketch up; if we do stop。 Lizy never was no great of a walker。”
Mrs。 Shelby; who; greatly to her amusement; had overheard this conversation from the verandah; now resolved to do her part。 She came forward; and; courteously expressing her concern for Haley’s acomident; pressed him to stay to dinner; saying that the cook should bring it on the table immediately。
Thus; all things considered; Haley; with rather an equivocal grace; proceeded to the parlor; while Sam; rolling his eyes after him with unutterable meaning; proceeded gravely with the horses to the stable…yard。
“Did yer see him; Andy? did yer see him? and Sam; when he had got fairly beyond the shelter of the barn; and fastened the horse to a post。 “O; Lor; if it warn’t as good as a meetin’; now; to see him a dancin’ and kickin’ and swarin’ at us。 Didn’t I hear him? Swar away; ole fellow (says I to myself ); will yer have yer hoss now; or wait till you cotch him? (says I)。 Lor; Andy; I think I can see him now。” And Sam and Andy leaned up against the barn and laughed to their hearts’ content。
“Yer oughter seen how mad he looked; when I brought the hoss up。 Lord; he’d a killed me; if he durs’ to; and there I was a standin’ as innercent and as humble。”
“Lor; I seed you;” said Andy; “an’t you an old hoss; Sam?”
“Rather specks I am;” said Sam; “did yer see Missis up stars at the winder? I seed her laughin’。”
“I’m sure; I was racin’ so; I didn’t see nothing;” said Andy。
“Well; yer see;” said Sam; proceeding gravely to wash down Haley’s pony; “I ’se ’quired what yer may call a habit o’ bobservation; Andy。 It’s a very ’portant habit; Andy; and I ’commend yer to be cultivatin’ it; now yer young。 Hist up that hind foot; Andy。 Yer see; Andy; it’s bobservation makes all de difference in niggers。 Didn’t I see which way the wind blew dis yer mornin’? Didn’t I see what Missis wanted; though she never let on? Dat ar’s bobservation; Andy。 I ’spects it’s what you may call a faculty。 Faculties is different in different peoples; but cultivation of ’em goes a great way。”
“I guess if I hadn’t helped your bobservation dis mornin’; yer wouldn’t have seen your way so smart;” said Andy。
“Andy;” said Sam; “you’s a promisin’ child; der an’t no manner o’ doubt。 I thinks lots of yer; Andy; and I don’t feel no ways ashamed to take idees from you。 We oughtenter overlook nobody; Andy; cause the smartest on us gets tripped up sometimes。 And so; Andy; let’s go up to the house now。 I’ll be boun’ Missis’ll give us an uncommon good bite; dis yer time。”
Chapter 7
The Mother’s Struggle
It is impossible to conceive of a human creature more wholly desolate and forlorn than Eliza; when she turned her footsteps from Uncle Tom’s cabin。
Her husband’s suffering and dangers; and the danger of her child; all blended in her mind; with a confused and stunning sense of the risk she was running; in leaving the only home she had ever known; and cutting loose from the protection of a friend whom she loved and revered。 Then there was the parting from every familiar object;—the place where she had grown up; the trees under which she had played; the groves where she had walked many an evening in happier days; by the side of her young husband;—everything; as it lay in the clear; frosty starlight; seemed to speak reproachfully to her; and ask her whither could she go from a home like that?
But stronger than all was maternal love; wrought into a paroxysm of frenzy by the near approach of a fearful danger。 Her boy was old enough to have walked by her side; and; in an indifferent case; she would only have led him by the hand; but now the bare thought of putting him out of her arms made her shudder; and she strained him to her bosom with a convulsive grasp; as she went rapidly forward。
The frosty ground creaked beneath her feet; and she trembled at the sound; every quaking leaf and fluttering shadow sent the blood backward to her heart; and quickened her footsteps。 She wondered within herself at the strength that seemed to be come upon her; for she felt the weight of her boy as if it had been a feather; and every flutter of fear seemed to increase the supernatural power that bore her on; while from her pale lips burst forth; in frequent ejaculations; the prayer to a Friend above—“Lord; help! Lord; save me!”
If it were your Harry; mother; or your Willie; that were going to be torn from you by a brutal trader; tomorrow morning;—if you had seen the man; and heard that the papers were signed and delivered; and you had only from twelve o’clock till morning to make good your escape;—how fast could you walk? How many miles could you make in those few brief hours; with the darling at your bosom;—the little sleepy head on your shoulder;—the small; soft arms trustingly holding on to your neck?
For the child slept。 At first; the novelty and alarm kept him waking; but his mother so hurriedly repressed every breath or sound; and so assured him that if he were only still she would certainly save him; that he clung quietly round her neck; only asking; as he found himself sinking to sleep;
“Mother; I don’t need to keep awake; do I?”
“No; my darling; sleep; if you want to。”
“But; mother; if I do get asleep; you won’t let him get me?”
“No! so may God help me!” said his mother; with a paler cheek; and a brighter light in her large dark eyes。
“You’re sure; an’t you; mother?”
“Yes; sure!” said the mother; in a voice that startled herself; for it seemed to her to come from a spirit within; that was no part of her; and the boy dropped his litle weary head on her shoulder; and was soon asleep。 How the touch of those warm arms; the gentle breathings that came in her neck; seemed to add fire and spirit to her movements! It seemed to her as if strength poured into her in electric streams; from every gentle touch and movement of the sleeping; confiding child。 Sublime is the dominion of the mind over the body; that; for a time; can make flesh and nerve impregnable; and string the sinews like steel; so that the weak become so mighty。
The boundaries of the farm; the grove; the wood…lot; passed by her dizzily; as she walked on; and still she went; leaving one familiar object after another; slacking not; pausing not; till reddening daylight found her many a long mile from all traces of any familiar objects upon the open highway。
She had often been; with her mistress; to visit some connections; in the little village of T——; not far from the Ohio river; and knew the road well。 T

返回目录 上一页 下一页 回到顶部 0 0

你可能喜欢的