the story of an african farm-第6部分

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now　were　once　lakes；　and　what　I　think　is　thisthese　low　hills　were　once

the　shores　of　a　lake；　this　kopje　is　some　of　the　stones　that　were　at　the

bottom；　rolled　together　by　the　water。　　But　there　is　thisHow　did　the　water

come　to　make　one　heap　here　alone；　in　the　centre　of　the　plain？〃　　It　was　a

ponderous　question；　no　one　volunteered　an　answer。　　〃When　I　was　little；〃

said　the　boy；　〃I　always　looked　at　it　and　wondered；　and　I　thought　a　great

giant　was　buried　under　it。　　Now　I　know　the　water　must　have　done　it；　but

how？　　It　is　very　wonderful。　　Did　one　little　stone　come　first；　and　stop　the

others　as　they　rolled？〃　said　the　boy　with　earnestness；　in　a　low　voice；　more

as　speaking　to　himself　than　to　them。



〃Oh；　Waldo；　God　put　the　little　kopje　here；〃　said　Em　with　solemnity。



〃But　how　did　he　put　it　here？〃



〃By　wanting。〃



〃But　how　did　the　wanting　bring　it　here？〃



〃Because　it　did。〃



The　last　words　were　uttered　with　the　air　of　one　who　produces　a　clinching

argument。　　What　effect　it　had　on　the　questioner　was　not　evident；　for　he

made　no　reply；　and　turned　away　from　her。



Drawing　closer　to　Lyndall's　feet；　he　said　after　a　while　in　a　low　voice：



〃Lyndall；　has　it　never　seemed　to　you　that　the　stones　were　talking　with　you？　

Sometimes；〃　he　added　in　a　yet　lower　tone；　〃I　lie　under　there　with　my　sheep；

and　it　seems　that　the　stones　are　really　speakingspeaking　of　the　old

things；　of　the　time　when　the　strange　fishes　and　animals　lived　that　are

turned　into　stone　now；　and　the　lakes　were　here；　and　then　of　the　time　when

the　little　Bushmen　lived　here；　so　small　and　so　ugly；　and　used　to　sleep　in

the　wild　dog　holes；　and　in　the　sloots；　and　eat　snakes；　and　shot　the　bucks

with　their　poisoned　arrows。　　It　was　one　of　them；　one　of　these　old　wild

Bushmen；　that　painted　those；〃　said　the　boy；　nodding　toward　the　pictures

〃one　who　was　different　from　the　rest。　　He　did　not　know　why；　but　he　wanted

to　make　something　beautifulhe　wanted　to　make　something；　so　he　made　these。　

He　worked　hard；　very　hard；　to　find　the　juice　to　make　the　paint；　and　then　he

found　this　place　where　the　rocks　hang　over；　and　he　painted　them。　　To　us

they　are　only　strange　things；　that　make　us　laugh；　but　to　him　they　were　very

beautiful。〃



The　children　had　turned　round　and　looked　at　the　pictures。



〃He　used　to　kneel　here　naked；　painting；　painting；　painting；　and　he　wondered

at　the　things　he　made　himself；〃　said　the　boy；　rising　and　moving　his　hand　in

deep　excitement。　　〃Now　the　Boers　have　shot　them　all；　so　that　we　never　see　a

little　yellow　face　peeping　out　among　the　stones。〃　　He　paused；　a　dreamy　look

coming　over　his　face。　　〃And　the　wild　bucks　have　gone；　and　those　days；　and

we　are　here。　　But　we　will　be　gone　soon；　and　only　the　stones　will　lie　on

here；　looking　at　everything　like　they　look　now。　　I　know　that　it　is　I　who　am

thinking；〃　the　fellow　added　slowly；　〃but　it　seems　as　though　it　were　they

who　are　talking。　　Has　it　never　seemed　so　to　you；　Lyndall？〃



〃No；　it　never　seems　so　to　me；〃　she　answered。



The　sun　had　dipped　now　below　the　hills；　and　the　boy；　suddenly　remembering

the　ewes　and　lambs；　started　to　his　feet。



〃Let　us　also　go　to　the　house　and　see　who　has　come；〃　said　Em；　as　the　boy

shuffled　away　to　rejoin　his　flock；　while　Doss　ran　at　his　heels；　snapping　at

the　ends　of　the　torn　trousers　as　they　fluttered　in　the　wind。





Chapter　1。III。　　I　Was　A　Stranger；　and　Ye　Took　Me　In。



As　the　two　girls　rounded　the　side　of　the　kopje；　an　unusual　scene　presented

itself。　　A　large　group　was　gathered　at　the　back　door　of　the　homestead。



On　the　doorstep　stood　the　Boer…woman；　a　hand　on　each　hip；　her　face　red　and

fiery；　her　head　nodding　fiercely。　　At　her　feet　sat　the　yellow　Hottentot

maid；　her　satellite；　and　around　stood　the　black　Kaffer　maids；　with　blankets

twisted　round　their　half…naked　figures。　　Two；　who　stamped　mealies　in　a

wooden　block；　held　the　great　stampers　in　their　hands；　and　stared　stupidly

at　the　object　of　attraction。　　It　certainly　was　not　to　look　at　the　old

German　overseer；　who　stood　in　the　centre　of　the　group；　that　they　had　all

gathered　together。　　His　salt…and…pepper　suit；　grizzly　black　beard；　and　grey

eyes　were　as　familiar　to　every　one　on　the　farm　as　the　red　gables　of　the

homestead　itself；　but　beside　him　stood　the　stranger；　and　on　him　all　eyes

were　fixed。　　Ever　and　anon　the　newcomer　cast　a　glance　over　his　pendulous

red　nose　to　the　spot　where　the　Boer…woman　stood；　and　smiled　faintly。



〃I'm　not　a　child；〃　cried　the　Boer…woman；　in　low　Cape　Dutch；　〃and　I　wasn't

born　yesterday。　　No；　by　the　Lord；　no！　　You　can't　take　me　in！　　My　mother

didn't　wean　me　on　Monday。　　One　wink　of　my　eye　and　I　see　the　whole　thing。　

I'll　have　no　tramps　sleeping　on　my　farm；〃　cried　Tant　Sannie　blowing。　　〃No；

by　the　devil；　no！　not　though　he　had　sixty…times…six　red　noses。〃



There　the　German　overseer　mildly　interposed　that　the　man　was　not　a　tramp；

but　a　highly　respectable　individual；　whose　horse　had　died　by　an　accident

three　days　before。



〃Don't　tell　me；〃　cried　the　Boer…woman；　〃the　man　isn't　born　that　can　take　me

in。　　If　he'd　had　money；　wouldn't　he　have　bought　a　horse？　　Men　who　walk　are

thieves；　liars；　murderers；　Rome's　priests；　seducers！　　I　see　the　devil　in

his　nose！〃　cried　Tant　Sannie　shaking　her　fist　at　him；　〃and　to　come　walking

into　the　house　of　this　Boer's　child　and　shaking　hands　as　though　he　came　on

horseback！　　Oh；　no；　no！〃



The　stranger　took　off　his　hat；　a　tall；　battered　chimneypot；　and　disclosed　a

bald　head；　at　the　back　of　which　was　a　little　fringe　of　curled　white　hair；

and　he　bowed　to　Tant　Sannie。



〃What　does　she　remark；　my　friend？〃　he　inquired；　turning　his　crosswise…

looking　eyes　on　the　old　German。



The　German　rubbed　his　old　hands　and　hesitated。



〃AhwellahtheDutchyou　knowdo　not　like　people　who　walkin　this

countryah！〃



〃My　dear　friend；〃　said　the　stranger；　laying　his　hand　on　the　German's　arm；

〃I　should　have　bought　myself　another　horse；　but　crossing；　five　days　ago；　a

full　river；　I　lost　my　pursea　purse　with　five　hundred　pounds　in　it。　　I

spent　five　days　on　the　bank　of　the　river　trying　to　find　itcouldn't。　　Paid

a　Kaffer　nine　pounds　to　go　in　and　look　for　it　at　the　risk　of　his　life

couldn't　find　it。〃



The　German　would　have　translated　this　information；　but　the　Boer…woman　gave

no　ear。



〃No；　no；　he　goes　tonight。　　See　how　he　looks　at　mea　poor　unprotected

female！　　If　he　wrongs　me；　who　is　to　do　me　right？〃　cried　Tant　Sannie。



〃I　think；〃　said　the　German　in　an　undertone；　if　you　didn't　look　at　her　quite

so　much　it　might　be　advisable。　　Sheahshemightimagine　that　you　liked

her　too　well；in　factah〃



〃Certainly；　my　dear　friend；　certainly；〃　said　the　stranger。　　〃I　shall　not

look　at　her。〃



Saying　this；　he　turned　his　nose　full　upon　a　small　Kaffer　of　two　years　old。

That　small　naked　son　of　Ham　became　instantly　so　terrified　that　he　fled　to

his　mother's　blanket　for　protection；　howling　horribly。



Upon　this　the　newcomer　fixed　his　eyes　pensively　on　the　stamp…block；　folding

his　hands　on　the　head　of　his　cane。　　Hi