《汤姆·索亚历险记》第九章 坟地惨案,波特受过

2016-09-07  | 历险 汤姆 波特 

  AT half-past nine, that night, Tom and Sid were sent to bed, as usual. They said their prayers, and Sid was soon asleep. Tom lay awake and waited, in restless impatience. When it seemed to him that it must be nearly daylight, he heard the clock strike ten! This was despair. He would have tossed and fidgeted, as his nerves demanded, but he was afraid he might wake Sid. So he lay still, and stared up into the dark. Everything was dismally still. By and by, out of the stillness, little, scarcely preceptible noises began to emphasize themselves. The ticking of the clock began to bring itself into notice. Old beams began to crack mysteriously. The stairs creaked faintly. Evidently spirits were abroad. A measured, muffled snore issued from Aunt polly's chamber. And now the tiresome chirping of a cricket that no human ingenuity could locate, began. Next the ghastly ticking of a death-watch in the wall at the bed's head made Tom shudder -- it meant that somebody's days were numbered. Then the howl of a far-off dog rose on the night air, and was answered by a fainter howl from a remoter distance. Tom was in an agony. At last he was satisfied that time had ceased and eternity begun; he began to doze, in spite of himself; the clock chimed eleven, but he did not hear it. And then there came, mingling with his half-formed dreams, a most melancholy caterwauling. The raising of a neighboring window disturbed him. A cry of "Scat! you devil!" and the crash of an empty bottle against the back of his aunt's woodshed brought him wide awake, and a single minute later he was dressed and out of the window and creeping along the roof of the "ell" on all fours. He "meow'd" with caution once or twice, as he went; then jumped to the roof of the woodshed and thence to the ground. Huckleberry Finn was there, with his dead cat. The boys moved off and disappeared in the gloom. At the end of half an hour they were wading through the tall grass of the graveyard.

  It was a graveyard of the old-fashioned Western kind. It was on a hill, about a mile and a half from the village. It had a crazy board fence around it, which leaned inward in places, and outward the rest of the time, but stood upright nowhere. Grass and weeds grew rank over the whole cemetery. All the old graves were sunken in, there was not a tombstone on the place; round-topped, worm-eaten boards staggered over the graves, leaning for support and finding none. "Sacred to the memory of" So-and-So had been painted on them once, but it could no longer have been read, on the most of them, now, even if there had been light.

  A faint wind moaned through the trees, and Tom feared it might be the spirits of the dead, complaining at being disturbed. The boys talked little, and only under their breath, for the time and the place and the pervading solemnity and silence oppressed their spirits. They found the sharp new heap they were seeking, and ensconced themselves within the protection of three great elms that grew in a bunch within a few feet of the grave.

  Then they waited in silence for what seemed a long time. The hooting of a distant owl was all the sound that troubled the dead stillness. Tom's reflections grew oppressive. He must force some talk. So he said in a whisper:

  "Hucky, do you believe the dead people like it for us to be here?"

  Huckleberry whispered:

  "I wisht I knowed. It's awful solemn like, AIN'T it?"

  "I bet it is."

  There was a considerable pause, while the boys canvassed this matter inwardly. Then Tom whispered:

  "Say, Hucky -- do you reckon Hoss Williams hears us talking?"

  "O' course he does. Least his sperrit does."

  Tom, after a pause:

  "I wish I'd said Mister Williams. But I never meant any harm. Everybody calls him Hoss."

  "A body can't be too partic'lar how they talk 'bout these-yer dead people, Tom."

  This was a damper, and conversation died again.

  presently Tom seized his comrade's arm and said:

  "Sh!"

  "What is it, Tom?" And the two clung together with beating hearts.

  "~sh! There 'tis again! Didn't you hear it?"

  "I --"

  "There! Now you hear it."

  "Lord, Tom, they're coming! They're coming, sure. What'll we do?"

  "I dono. Think they'll see us?"

  "Oh, Tom, they can see in the dark, same as cats. I wisht I hadn't come."

  "Oh, don't be afeard. I don't believe they'll bother us. We ain't doing any harm. If we keep perfectly still, maybe they won't notice us at all."

  "I'll try to, Tom, but, Lord, I'm all of a shiver."

  "Listen!"

  The boys bent their heads together and scarcely breathed. A muffled sound of voices floated up from the far end of the graveyard.

  "Look! See there!" whispered Tom. "What is it?"

  "It's devil-fire. Oh, Tom, this is awful."

  Some vague figures approached through the gloom, swinging an old-fashioned tin lantern that freckled the ground with innumerable little spangles of light. presently Huckleberry whispered with a shudder:

  "It's the devils sure enough. Three of 'em! Lordy, Tom, we're goners! Can you pray?"

  "I'll try, but don't you be afeard. They ain't going to hurt us. 'Now I lay me down to sleep, I --'"

  "Sh!"

  "What is it, Huck?"

  "They're humans! One of 'em is, anyway. One of 'em's old Muff potter's voice."

  "No -- 'tain't so, is it?"

  "I bet I know it. Don't you stir nor budge. He ain't sharp enough to notice us. Drunk, the same as usual, likely -- blamed old rip!"

  "All right, I'll keep still. Now they're stuck. Can't find it. Here they come again. Now they're hot. Cold again. Hot again. Red hot! They're p'inted right, this time. Say, Huck, I know another o' them voices; it's Injun Joe."

  "That's so -- that murderin' half-breed! I'd druther they was devils a dern sight. What kin they be up to?"

  The whisper died wholly out, now, for the three men had reached the grave and stood within a few feet of the boys' hiding-place.

  "Here it is," said the third voice; and the owner of it held the lantern up and revealed the face of young Doctor Robinson.

  potter and Injun Joe were carrying a handbarrow with a rope and a couple of shovels on it. They cast down their load and began to open the grave. The doctor put the lantern at the head of the grave and came and sat down with his back against one of the elm trees. He was so close the boys could have touched him.

  "Hurry, men!" he said, in a low voice; "the moon might come out at any moment."

  They growled a response and went on digging. For some time there was no noise but the grating sound of the spades discharging their freight of mould and gravel. It was very monotonous. Finally a spade struck upon the coffin with a dull woody accent, and within another minute or two the men had hoisted it out on the ground. They pried off the lid with their shovels, got out the body and dumped it rudely on the ground. The moon drifted from behind the clouds and exposed the pallid face. The barrow was got ready and the corpse placed on it, covered with a blanket, and bound to its place with the rope. potter took out a large spring-knife and cut off the dangling end of the rope and then said:

  "Now the cussed thing's ready, Sawbones, and you'll just out with another five, or here she stays."

  "That's the talk!" said Injun Joe.

  "Look here, what does this mean?" said the doctor. "You required your pay in advance, and I've paid you."

  "Yes, and you done more than that," said Injun Joe, approaching the doctor, who was now standing. "Five years ago you drove me away from your father's kitchen one night, when I come to ask for something to eat, and you said I warn't there for any good; and when I swore I'd get even with you if it took a hundred years, your father had me jailed for a vagrant. Did you think I'd forget? The Injun blood ain't in me for nothing. And now I've GOT you, and you got to settle, you know!"

  He was threatening the doctor, with his fist in his face, by this time. The doctor struck out suddenly and stretched the ruffian on the ground. potter dropped his knife, and exclaimed:

  "Here, now, don't you hit my pard!" and the next moment he had grappled with the doctor and the two were struggling with might and main, trampling the grass and tearing the ground with their heels. Injun Joe sprang to his feet, his eyes flaming with passion, snatched up potter's knife, and went creeping, catlike and stooping, round and round about the combatants, seeking an opportunity. All at once the doctor flung himself free, seized the heavy headboard of Williams' grave and felled potter to the earth with it 鈥揳nd in the same instant the half-breed saw his chance and drove the knife to the hilt in the young man's breast. He reeled and fell partly upon potter, flooding him with his blood, and in the same moment the clouds blotted out the dreadful spectacle and the two frightened boys went speeding away in the dark.

  presently, when the moon emerged again, Injun Joe was standing over the two forms, contemplating them. The doctor murmured inarticulately, gave a long gasp or two and was still. The half-breed muttered:

  "That score is settled -- damn you."

  Then he robbed the body. After which he put the fatal knife in potter's open right hand, and sat down on the dismantled coffin. Three -- four -- five minutes passed, and then potter began to stir and moan. His hand closed upon the knife; he raised it, glanced at it, and let it fall, with a shudder. Then he sat up, pushing the body from him, and gazed at it, and then around him, confusedly. His eyes met Joe's.

  "Lord, how is this, Joe?" he said.

  "It's a dirty business," said Joe, without moving.

  "What did you do it for?"

  "I! I never done it!"

  "Look here! That kind of talk won't wash."

  potter trembled and grew white.

  "I thought I'd got sober. I'd no business to drink to-night. But it's in my head yet -- worse'n when we started here. I'm all in a muddle; can't recollect anything of it, hardly. Tell me, Joe -- honest, now, old feller -- did I do it? Joe, I never meant to -- 'pon my soul and honor, I never meant to, Joe. Tell me how it was, Joe. Oh, it's awful -- and him so young and promising."

  "Why, you two was scuffling, and he fetched you one with the headboard and you fell flat; and then up you come, all reeling and staggering like, and snatched the knife and jammed it into him, just as he fetched you another awful clip -- and here you've laid, as dead as a wedge til now."

  "Oh, I didn't know what I was a-doing. I wish I may die this minute if I did. It was all on account of the whiskey and the excitement, I reckon. I never used a weepon in my life before, Joe. I've fought, but never with weepons. They'll all say that. Joe, don't tell! Say you won't tell, Joe -- that's a good feller. I always liked you, Joe, and stood up for you, too. Don't you remember? You won't tell, will you, Joe?" And the poor creature dropped on his knees before the stolid murderer, and clasped his appealing hands.

  "No, you've always been fair and square with me, Muff potter, and I won't go back on you. There, now, that's as fair as a man can say."

  "Oh, Joe, you're an angel. I'll bless you for this the longest day I live." And potter began to cry.

  "Come, now, that's enough of that. This ain't any time for blubbering. You be off yonder way and I'll go this. Move, now, and don't leave any tracks behind you."

  potter started on a trot that quickly increased to a run. The half-breed stood looking after him. He muttered:

  "If he's as much stunned with the lick and fuddled with the rum as he had the look of being, he won't think of the knife till he's gone so far he'll be afraid to come back after it to such a place by himself -- chicken-heart!"

  Two or three minutes later the murdered man, the blanketed corpse, the lidless coffin, and the open grave were under no inspection but the moon's. The stillness was complete again, too.

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  这是一个西部的老式的坟地,座落在离村子大约一英里的半山上。坟地周围有一道歪歪斜斜的木板栅栏,有些地方往里倒,有的地方往外斜,总之,没有一个地方是笔直的。整片墓地杂草丛生,所有的旧坟都塌陷下去,坟上连一块墓碑都没有。圆顶的、虫蛀的木牌子无依无靠,歪歪倒倒地插在坟墓上。这些牌子上曾经写有鈥溂湍钅衬斥澲嗟淖盅词瓜衷谟辛凉猓蠖嗍盐薹ㄔ俦嫒铣隼础

  一阵微风吹过树林,发出萧瑟声响,汤姆担心这可能是死鬼们在抱怨有人来打搅了他们。两个孩子很少说话,就是说也只敢悄悄地说,因为此时此地,到处是一片肃穆和寂静,令人压抑。他们找到了要找的那座新隆起的坟。在离坟几英尺内的地方,有三棵大榆树长在一起,于是他们就躲在那里。

  他们静静地等了似乎很长一段时间,除了远处猫头鹰的叫声外,周围是一片死寂。汤姆被闷得受不住了,他必须打破沉默开口谈点话,他低声问道:

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  这句话犹如一盆冷水让汤姆扫兴,因此谈话就中断了。

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  波特和印第安乔推着一个手推车,车上有一根绳子和两把铁锹。他们把车上的东西卸下来,开始挖墓。医生把灯笼放在坟头上,走到榆树下,背靠着一棵坐下来。树离得很近,两个孩子伸手就能碰到他。

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  他们粗着嗓音应了一声后继续挖掘着。有一段时间,只能听到他们一锹一锹抛泥土和石子所发出的嚓嚓声响。那声音非常单调刺耳。后来有一把铁锹碰到了棺材,发出了低沉的木头声音。一两分钟后,那两个人就把棺材抬出来放在地上了。他们用铁锹撬开棺盖,把尸体弄出来,随便掀到地上。月亮从云朵后面钻出来,照着尸体那张苍白的脸。他们把车准备好,将尸体放上去,还盖上毯子,用绳子捆好它。波特拿出一把大弹簧刀,割断车上垂下来的绳头,说:

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  鈥湺裕驳枚裕♀澯〉诎乔说。

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  鈥湶淮恚还乖恫恢拐庑b澯〉诎乔边说边走到已经站了起来的医生面前。鈥溛迥昵暗囊桓鐾砩希业侥愀盖椎某刻值愠缘模惆盐腋狭顺隼矗慊顾滴业匠咳ッ皇裁春檬拢淮蚰鞘逼穑曳⑹模壕褪腔ㄉ弦话倌甑墓Ψ颍乙惨谄侥恪D愀盖滓蛭沂敲ち鞫夜亟畏俊D阆胛一嵘瓢崭市萋穑坑〉诎踩说难膊皇前琢鞯模衷谀懵涞轿沂掷铮愕梦烁冻龃邸b

  说到这,他已经开始在医生面前挥舞着拳头来威胁他。医生突然猛击一拳,将这个恶棍打翻在地,波特扔掉刀,大声喊道:鈥満伲憔垢掖蛭业呐笥眩♀澖艚幼牛鸵缴ご蛟谝黄稹A礁鋈似疵蚱鹄矗挪茸诺厣系牟荩叩媚嗤练裳铩S〉诎乔迅速地从地上爬起来,眼里燃烧着怒火,抓起波特扔在地上的那把刀,像猫似的,弯着腰悄悄地在两个打架的人周围转来转去,寻找着机会。突然医生猛地把对手摔开,抓起威廉斯坟上那块重重的墓碑,一下子把波特打倒在地。与此同时,这个杂种乘机把刀子一下子全捅进了医生的胸膛。医生晃了晃就倒下去,身体搭在波特身上。波特被弄得满身都是血。这时乌云遮住了这可怕的惨相,那两个吓坏了的孩子在黑暗中连忙跑掉了。

  不久,云层退去,月亮又露出了面,印第安乔站在那两个人身旁,凝视着他们。医生咕咕哝哝地讲了些什么话,长长地喘了一两声气,然后就安静地死去了。那个杂种还说:

  鈥溎潜收示退愠镀搅蒜斺斈阏飧盟赖募一铩b

  接着他又搜去尸体身上的东西,然后他将那把杀人的刀放在波特张开的石手里,坐上了撬开的棺材。三鈥斺斔拟斺斘宸种庸チ耍馐辈ㄌ夭趴级⑶疑胍髌鹄础K氖治兆×四前训丁K倨鸬独雌沉艘谎郏婕创蛄烁隼洳堵涞搅说厣稀=幼潘鹕砝矗瓶棺潘氖澹缓蠖⒆潘戳艘换幔滞芪送睦锔械矫曰蟛唤狻K哪抗馀龅搅饲堑哪抗狻

  鈥溙彀。馐窃趺椿厥拢牵库澦怠

  鈥溦馐略愀馔噶耍澢嵌裁欢厮担溎愀陕鹨庋桑库

  鈥溛遥∥铱擅桓烧馐隆b

  鈥溙牛≌饽阍趺茨芾档裟亍b

  波特吓得直抖,脸色变得煞白。

  鈥溛胰衔一嵝丫频模裢砦冶静幌牒染疲墒窍衷谀宰永锘故呛锖康模任颐抢凑舛氖焙蚧估骱ΑN蚁衷诨杌璩脸粒负趸匾洳黄鹄慈魏问虑椤8嫠呶遥牵锛疲道鲜祷埃俏腋傻穆穑壳牵腋静幌肽茄伞L斓亓夹模腋静幌肽茄桑牵嫠呶艺馐窃趺椿厥拢壳牵颗叮馓膳铝蒜斺斔饷茨昵嵊形巴驹洞蟆b

  鈥満伲褪悄懔┡ご蚱鹄戳耍媚贡谱釉伊四阋幌拢憔捅辉野认铝恕=幼拍闩榔鹄矗位斡朴频卣静晃龋驼庋阋话讯峁獍训叮幌伦油苯纳硖濉U馐焙蛩趾菝馗四阋换鳎谑悄憔吞稍谡舛袼拦ヒ谎耸虏皇。恢碧傻较衷凇b

  鈥湴。乙坏阋膊恢牢叶几闪诵┦裁础R俏业笔鼻逍训幕埃仪樵嘎砩暇退赖簟N蚁胝舛际且蛭考稍谧鞴郑笔庇趾艹宥G牵掖忧盎姑挥杏霉灼鳌N腋舜蚬埽墒谴永疵皇构灼鳌U庖坏闳嗣嵌贾馈G牵馐履憧杀鹚党鋈ィ∏牵闼的悴换崴党鋈ィ獠殴灰馑及 G牵蚁蚶炊枷不赌悖沧苁钦驹谀阋槐叩摹D隳训劳橇寺穑壳牵悴换峤渤鋈サ模圆欢裕库澯谑钦飧隹闪募一铮趾险疲砬蟮毓虻乖谀歉霾腥痰男资置媲啊

  鈥湺浴D波特,你一向待我不错,我不会对不起你。怎么样,我这样说算是公平合理吧。鈥

  鈥湴。牵阏媸谴缺某ΑN乙8D阋槐沧印b澆ㄌ乜伎奁鹄础

  鈥溑叮昧耍灰偎盗恕O衷诓皇强薇亲拥氖焙颉D愦幽潜咦撸衷诰投恚鹆粝氯魏谓庞 b

  波特开始还是小跑,很快就大跑起来。那个杂种站在那儿,看着他的背影,自言自语地咕哝道:鈥溗ち艘换鳎埔裁恍眩扑茄顺上氩黄鹄凑獍训读恕>退阆胨鹄矗丫艹鋈ビ惺锇死锏牧恕K桓鋈耸遣桓以倩氐秸饫锢慈〉兜拟斺斦飧龅ㄐ」怼b

  两三分钟后,只有月光照着那个被害的人,那个用毯子裹着的尸体,那个没有盖上盖子的棺材,还有那座挖开的坟墓。一切又恢复了平静。

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