the bohemian girl-第2部分

快捷操作: 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! 如果本书没有阅读完，想下次继续接着阅读，可使用上方 "收藏到我的浏览器" 功能 和 "加入书签" 功能！





and　a　trail　of　gasoline　behind　her。　　Her　tenant　threw　back　his　head



and　sneezed。







〃Whew！　　I　sometimes　say　I'd　as　lief　be　before　Mrs。　Ericson



as　behind　her。　　She　does　beat　all！　　Nearly　seventy；　and　never　lets



another　soul　touch　that　car。　　Puts　it　into　commission　herself



every　morning；　and　keeps　it　tuned　up　by　the　hitch…bar　all　day。　　I



never　stop　work　for　a　drink　o'　water　that　I　don't　hear　her　a…



churnin'　up　the　road。　　I　reckon　her　darter…in…laws　never　sets



down　easy　nowadays。　　Never　know　when　she'll　pop　in。　　Mis'　Otto；



she　says　to　me：　'We're　so　afraid　that　thing'll　blow　up　and　do　Ma



some　injury　yet；　she's　so　turrible　venturesome。'　Says　I：　'I



wouldn't　stew；　Mis'　Otto；　the　old　lady'll　drive　that　car　to　the



funeral　of　every　darter…in…law　she's　got。'　That　was　after　the　old



woman　had　jumped　a　turrible　bad　culvert。〃







The　stranger　heard　vaguely　what　the　old　man　was　saying。　



Just　now　he　was　experiencing　something　very　much　like



homesickness；　and　he　was　wondering　what　had　brought　it　about。　



The　mention　of　a　name　or　two；　perhaps；　the　rattle　of　a　wagon



along　a　dusty　road；　the　rank；　resinous　smell　of　sunflowers　and



ironweed；　which　the　night　damp　brought　up　from　the　draws　and　low



places；　perhaps；　more　than　all；　the　dancing　lights　of　the　motor



that　had　plunged　by。　He　squared　his　shoulders　with　a　comfortable



sense　of　strength。







The　wagon；　as　it　jolted　westward；　climbed　a　pretty　steady



up…grade。　　The　country；　receding　from　the　rough　river　valley；



swelled　more　and　more　gently；　as　if　it　had　been　smoothed　out　by



the　wind。　　On　one　of　the　last　of　the　rugged　ridges；　at　the　end　of



a　branch　road；　stood　a　grim　square　house　with　a　tin　roof　and



double　porches。　　Behind　the　house　stretched　a　row　of　broken；



wind…racked　poplars；　and　down　the　hill　slope　to　the　left



straggled　the　sheds　and　stables。　　The　old　man　stopped　his　horses



where　the　Ericsons'　road　branched　across　a　dry　sand　creek　that



wound　about　the　foot　of　the　hill。







〃That's　the　old　lady's　place。　　Want　I　should　drive　in？〃　　〃No；



thank　you。　　I'll　roll　out　here。　　Much　obliged　to　you。　　Good



night。〃







His　passenger　stepped　down　over　the　front　wheel；　and　the　old



man　drove　on　reluctantly；　looking　back　as　if　he　would　like　to　see



how　the　stranger　would　be　received。







As　Nils　was　crossing　the　dry　creek　he　heard　the　restive



tramp　of　a　horse　coming　toward　him　down　the　hill。　　Instantly　he



flashed　out　of　the　road　and　stood　behind　a　thicket　of　wild　plum



bushes　that　grew　in　the　sandy　bed。　　Peering　through　the　dusk；　be



saw　a　light　horse；　under　tight　rein；　descending　the　hill　at　a



sharp　walk。　　The　rider　was　a　slender　womanbarely　visible



against　the　dark　hillsidewearing　an　old…fashioned　derby　hat　and



a　long　riding　skirt。　　She　sat　lightly　in　the　saddle；　with　her



chin　high；　and　seemed　to　be　looking　into　the　distance。　　As　she



passed　the　plum　thicket　her　horse　snuffed　the　air　and　shied。　　She



struck　him；　pulling　him　in　sharply；　with　an　angry　exclamation；



〃Blazne！〃　in　Bohemian。　　Once　in　the　main　road；　she　let　him



out　into　a　lope；　and　they　soon　emerged　upon　the　crest　of　high　land；



where　they　moved　along　the　skyline；　silhouetted　against　the　band



of　faint　colour　that　lingered　in　the　west。　　This　horse　and　rider；



with　their　free；　rhythmical　gallop；　were　the　only　moving　things



to　be　seen　on　the　face　of　the　flat　country。　　They　seemed；　in　the



last　sad　light　of　evening；　not　to　be　there　accidentally；　but　as



an　inevitable　detail　of　the　landscape。







Nils　watched　them　until　they　had　shrunk　to　a　mere　moving



speck　against　the　sky；　then　he　crossed　the　sand　creek　and　climbed



the　hill。　　When　he　reached　the　gate　the　front　of　the　house　was



dark；　but　a　light　was　shining　from　the　side　windows。　　The　pigs



were　squealing　in　the　hog　corral；　and　Nils　could　see　a　tall　boy；



who　carried　two　big　wooden　buckets；　moving　about　among　them。　



Halfway　between　the　barn　and　the　house；　the　windmill　wheezed



lazily。　　Following　the　path　that　ran　around　to　the　back　porch；



Nils　stopped　to　look　through　the　screen　door　into　the　lamplit



kitchen。　　The　kitchen　was　the　largest　room　in　the　house；　Nils



remembered　that　his　older　brothers　used　to　give　dances　there　when



he　was　a　boy。　　Beside　the　stove　stood　a　little　girl　with　two



light　yellow　braids　and　a　broad；　flushed　face；　peering



anxiously　into　a　frying　pan。　　In　the　dining…room　beyond；　a　large；



broad…shouldered　woman　was　moving　about　the　table。　　She　walked



with　an　active；　springy　step。　　Her　face　was　heavy　and　florid；



almost　without　wrinkles；　and　her　hair　was　black　at　seventy。　　Nils



felt　proud　of　her　as　he　watched　her　deliberate　activity；　never　a



momentary　hesitation；　or　a　movement　that　did　not　tell。　　He　waited



until　she　came　out　into　the　kitchen　and；　brushing　the　child　aside；



took　her　place　at　the　stove。　　Then　he　tapped　on　the　screen　door



and　entered。







〃It's　nobody　but　Nils；　Mother。　　I　expect　you　weren't　looking



for　me。〃







Mrs。　Ericson　turned　away　from　the　stove　and　stood　staring　at



him。　　〃Bring　the　lamp；　Hilda；　and　let　me　look。〃







Nils　laughed　and　unslung　his　valise。　　〃What's　the　matter；



Mother？　　Don't　you　know　me？〃







Mrs。　Ericson　put　down　the　lamp。　　〃You　must　be　Nils。　　You



don't　look　very　different；　anyway。〃







〃Nor　you；　Mother。　　You　hold　your　own。　　Don't　you　wear



glasses　yet？〃







〃Only　to　read　by。　　Where's　your　trunk；　Nils？〃







〃Oh；　I　left　that　in　town。　　I　thought　it　might　not　be



convenient　for　you　to　have　company　so　near　threshing…time。〃







〃Don't　be　foolish；　Nils。〃　　Mrs。　Ericson　turned　back　to　the



stove。　　〃I　don't　thresh　now。　　I　hitched　the　wheat　land　onto　the



next　farm　and　have　a　tenant。　　Hilda；　take　some　hot　water　up　to



the　company　room；　and　go　call　little　Eric。〃







The　tow…haired　child；　who　had　been　standing　in　mute



amazement；　took　up　the　tea…kettle　and　withdrew；　giving　Nils　a



long；　admiring　look　from　the　door　of　the　kitchen　stairs。







〃Who's　the　youngster？〃　Nils　asked；　dropping　down　on　the



bench　behind　the　kitchen　stove。







〃One　of　your　Cousin　Henrik's。〃







〃How　long　has　Cousin　Henrik　been　dead？〃







〃Six　years。　　There　are　two　boys。　　One　stays　with　Peter　and



one　with　Anders。　　Olaf　is　their　guardeen。〃







There　was　a　clatter　of　pails　on　the　porch；　and　a　tall；　lanky



boy　peered　wonderingly　in　through　the　screen　door。　　He　had　a



fair；　gentle　face　and　big　grey　eyes；　and　wisps　of　soft　yellow



hair　hung　down　under　his　cap。　　Nils　sprang　up　and　pulled



him　into　the　kitchen；　hugging　him　and　slapping　him　on　the



shoulders。　　〃Well；　if　it　is