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the story of an african farm-第42部分
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in the abyss。
〃Boy;〃 he said; and the listener was not more unsmiling now than the
speaker; 〃you are happy to be here! Stay where you are。 If you ever pray;
let it be only the one old prayer'Lead us not into temptation。' Live on
here quietly。 The time may yet come when you will be that which other men
have hoped to be and never will be now。〃
The stranger rose; shook the dust from his sleeve; and ashamed at his own
earnestness; looked across the bushes for his horse。
〃We should have been on our way already;〃 he said。 〃We shall have a long
ride in the dark tonight。〃
Waldo hastened to fetch the animal; but he returned leading it slowly。 The
sooner it came the sooner would its rider be gone。
The stranger was opening his saddlebag; in which were a bright French novel
and an old brown volume。 He took the last and held it out to the boy。
〃It may be of some help to you;〃 he said; carelessly。 〃It was a gospel to
me when I first fell on it。 You must not expect too much; but it may give
you a centre round which to hang your ideas; instead of letting them lie
about in a confusion that makes the head ache。 We of this generation are
not destined to eat and be satisfied as our fathers were; we must be
content to go hungry。〃
He smiled his automaton smile; and rebuttoned the bag。 Waldo thrust the
book into his breast; and while he saddled the horse the stranger made
inquiries as to the nature of the road and the distance to the next farm。
When the bags were fixed; Waldo took up his wooden post and began to fasten
it on to the saddle; tying it with the little blue cotton handkerchief from
his neck。 The stranger looked on in silence。 When it was done the boy
held the stirrup for him to mount。
〃What is your name?〃 he inquired; ungloving his right hand when he was in
the saddle。
The boy replied:
〃Well; I trust we shall meet again some day; sooner or later。〃
He shook hands with the ungloved hand; then drew on the glove; and touched
his horse; and rode slowly away。 The boy stood to watch him。
Once when the stranger had gone half across the plain he looked back。
〃Poor devil;〃 he said; smiling and stroking his moustache。 Then he looked
to see if the little blue handkerchief were still safely knotted。 〃Poor
devil!〃
He smiled; and then he sighed wearily; very wearily。
And Waldo waited till the moving speck had disappeared on the horizon; then
he stooped and kissed passionately a hoof…mark in the sand。 Then he called
his young birds together; and put his book under his arm; and walked home
along the stone wall。 There was a rare beauty to him in the sunshine that
evening。
Chapter 2。III。 Gregory Rose Finds His Affinity。
The new man; Gregory Rose; sat at the door of his dwelling; his arms
folded; his legs crossed; and a profound melancholy seeming to rest over
his soul。 His house was a little square daub…and…wattle building; far out
in the karoo; two miles from the homestead。 It was covered outside with a
sombre coating of brown mud; two little panes being let into the walls for
windows。 Behind it were the sheep…kraals; and to the right a large dam;
now principally containing baked mud。 Far off the little kopje concealed
the homestead; and was not itself an object conspicuous enough to relieve
the dreary monotony of the landscape。
Before the door sat Gregory Rose in his shirt…sleeves; on a camp…stool; and
ever and anon he sighed deeply。 There was that in his countenance for
which even his depressing circumstances failed to account。 Again and again
he looked at the little kopje; at the milk…pail at his side; and at the
brown pony; who a short way off cropped the dry bushesand sighed。
Presently he rose and went into his house。 It was one tiny room; the
whitewashed walls profusely covered with prints cut from the 〃Illustrated
London News〃; and in which there was a noticeable preponderance of female
faces and figures。 A stretcher filled one end of the hut; and a rack for a
gun and a little hanging looking…glass diversified the gable opposite;
while in the centre stood a chair and table。 All was scrupulously neat and
clean; for Gregory kept a little duster folded in the corner of his table…
drawer; just as he had seen his mother do; and every morning before he went
out he said his prayers; and made his bed; and dusted the table and the
legs of the chairs; and even the pictures on the wall and the gun…rack。
On this hot afternoon he took from beneath his pillow a watch…bag made by
his sister Jemima; and took out the watch。 Only half past four! With a
suppressed groan he dropped it back and sat down beside the table。 Half…
past four! Presently he roused himself。 He would write to his sister
Jemima。 He always wrote to her when he was miserable。 She was his safety…
valve。 He forgot her when he was happy; but he used her when he was
wretched。
He took out ink and paper。 There was a family crest and motto on the
latter; for the Roses since coming to the colony had discovered that they
were of distinguished lineage。 Old Rose himself; an honest English farmer;
knew nothing of his noble descent; but his wife and daughter knew
especially his daughter。 There were Roses in England who kept a park and
dated from the Conquest。 So the colonial 〃Rose Farm〃 became 〃Rose Manor〃
in remembrance of the ancestral domain; and the claim of the Roses to noble
blood was establishedin their own minds at least。
Gregory took up one of the white; crested sheets; but on deeper reflection
he determined to take a pink one; as more suitable to the state of his
feelings。 He began:
〃Kopje Alone;
〃Monday afternoon。
〃My Dear Jemima〃
Then he looked up into the little glass opposite。 It was a youthful face
reflected there; with curling brown beard and hair; but in the dark blue
eyes there was a look of languid longing that touched him。 He re…dipped
his pen and wrote:
〃When I look up into the little glass that hangs opposite me; I wonder if
that changed and sad face〃
Here he sat still and reflected。 It sounded almost as if he might be
conceited or unmanly to be looking at his own face in the glass。 No; that
would not do。 So he looked for another pink sheet and began again。
〃Kopje Alone;
〃Monday afternoon。
〃Dear Sister;It is hardly six months since I left you to come to this
spot; yet could you now see me I know what you would say; I know what
mother would say'Can that be our Gregthat thing with the strange look
in his eyes?'
〃Yes; Jemima; it is your Greg; and the change has been coming over me ever
since I came here; but it is greatest since yesterday。 You know what
sorrows I have passed through; Jemima; how unjustly I was always treated at
school; the masters keeping me back and calling me a blockhead; though; as
they themselves allowed; I had the best memory of any boy in the school;
and could repeat whole books
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