drift from two shores(漂流)-第5部分
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gable of the house； and a torrent of spray leaped down the chimney；
scattered the embers far and wide； and left him in utter darkness。 Some
of the spray clung to his lips。 It was salt。 The great ocean had beaten
down the river bar and was upon him！
Was there aught to fly to？ No！ The cabin stood upon the highest
point of the sand spit； and the low swale on one side crossed by his late
visitors was a seething mass of breakers； while the estuary behind him was
now the ocean itself。 There was nothing to do but to wait。
The very helplessness of his situation was； to a man of his peculiar
temperament； an element of patient strength。 The instinct of self…
preservation was still strong in him； but he had no fear of death； nor；
indeed； any presentiment of it； yet if it came； it was an easy solution of the
problem that had been troubling him； and it wiped off the slate！ He
thought of the sarcastic prediction of his cousin； and death in the form that
threatened him was the obliteration of his home and even the ground upon
which it stood。 There would be nothing to record； no stain could come
upon the living。 The instinct that kept him true to HER would tell her
how he died； if it did not； it was equally well。 And with this simple
fatalism his only belief； this strange man groped his way to his bed； lay
down； and in a few moments was asleep。 The storm still roared without。
Once again the surges leaped against the cabin； but it was evident that the
wind was abating with the tide。
When he awoke it was high noon； and the sun was shining brightly。
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For some time he lay in a delicious languor； doubting if he was alive or
dead； but feeling through every nerve and fibre an exquisite sense of
peacea rest he had not known since his boyhooda relief he scarcely
knew from what。 He felt that he was smiling； and yet his pillow was wet
with the tears that glittered still on his lashes。 The sand blocking up his
doorway； he leaped lightly from his window。 A few clouds were still
sailing slowly in the heavens； the trailing plumes of a great benediction
that lay on sea and shore。 He scarcely recognized the familiar landscape；
a new bar had been formed in the river； and a narrow causeway of sand
that crossed the lagoon and marshes to the river bank and the upland trail
seemed to bring him nearer to humanity again。 He was conscious of a
fresh； childlike delight in all this； and when； a moment later； he saw the
old uprooted tree； now apparently forever moored and imbedded in the
sand beside his cabin； he ran to it with a sense of joy。
Its trailing roots were festooned with clinging sea…weed and the long；
snaky； undulating stems of the sea…turnip； and fixed between two crossing
roots was a bamboo orange crate； almost intact。 As he walked toward it
he heard a strange cry； unlike anything the barren sands had borne before。
Thinking it might be some strange sea bird caught in the meshes of the
sea…weed； he ran to the crate and looked within。 It was half filled with
sea…moss and feathery algae。 The cry was repeated。 He brushed aside
the weeds with his hands。 It was not a wounded sea bird； but a living
human child！
As he lifted it from its damp enwrappings he saw that it was an infant
eight or nine months old。 How and when it had been brought there； or
what force had guided that elfish cradle to his very door； he could not
determine； but it must have been left early； for it was quite warm； and its
clothing almost dried by the blazing morning sun。 To wrap his coat
about it； to run to his cabin with it； to start out again with the appalling
conviction that nothing could be done for it there； occupied some moments。
His nearest neighbor was Trinidad Joe； a 〃logger；〃 three miles up the river。
He remembered to have heard vaguely that he was a man of family。 To
half strangle the child with a few drops from his whisky flask； to extricate
his canoe from the marsh； and strike out into the river with his waif； was at
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least to do something。 In half an hour he had reached the straggling
cabin and sheds of Trinidad Joe； and from the few scanty flowers that
mingled with the brushwood fence； and a surplus of linen fluttering on the
line； he knew that his surmise as to Trinidad Joe's domestic establishment
was correct。
The door at which he knocked opened upon a neat； plainly…furnished
room； and the figure of a buxom woman of twenty…five。 With an
awkwardness new to him； North stammered out the circumstances of his
finding the infant； and the object of his visit。 Before he had finished； the
woman； by some feminine trick； had taken the child from his hands ere he
knew it； and when he paused； out of breath； burst into a fit of laughter。
North tried to laugh too； but failed。
When the woman had wiped the tears from a pair of very frank blue
eyes； and hidden two rows of very strong white teeth again； she said：
〃Look yar！ You're that looney sort a' chap that lives alone over on the
spit yonder； ain't ye？〃
North hastened to admit all that the statement might imply。
〃And so ye've had a baby left ye to keep you company？ Lordy！〃
Here she looked as if dangerously near a relapse； and then added； as if in
explanation of her conduct；
〃When I saw ye paddlin' down here；you thet ez shy as elk in
summer；I sez； 'He's sick。' But a baby；Oh； Lordy！〃
For a moment North almost hated her。 A woman who； in this pathetic；
perhaps almost tragic； picture saw only a ludicrous image； and that image
himself； was of another race than that he had ever mingled with。
Profoundly indifferent as he had always been to the criticism of his equals
in station； the mischievous laughter of this illiterate woman jarred upon
him worse than his cousin's sarcasm。 It was with a little dignity that he
pointed out the fact that at present the child needed nourishment。 〃It's
very young；〃 he added。 〃I'm afraid it wants its natural nourishment。〃
〃Whar is it to get it？〃 asked the woman。
James North hesitated； and looked around。 There should be a baby
somewhere！ there MUST be a baby somewhere！ 〃I thought that you；〃 he
stammered； conscious of an awkward coloring；〃Ithat isI〃 He
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stopped short； for she was already cramming her apron into her mouth； too
late； however； to stop the laugh that overflowed it。 When she found her
breath again； she said；
〃Look yar！ I don't wonder they said you was looney！ I'm Trinidad
Joe's onmarried darter； and the only woman in this house。 Any fool could
have told you that。 Now； ef you can rig us up a baby out o' them facts； I'd
like to see it done。〃
Inwardly furious but outwardly polite； James North begged her pardon；
deplored his ignorance； and； with a courtly bow； made a movement to take
the child。 But the woman as quickly drew it away。
〃Not much；〃 she said； hastily。 〃What！ trust that poor critter to you？
No； sir！ Thar's more ways of feeding a baby； young man； than you
knows on； with all your 'nat'ral nourishment。' But it looks kinder logy
and stupid。〃
North freezingly admitted that he had given the infant whisky as a
stimulant。
〃You did？ Come； now； that ain't so looney after all。 Well； I'll take
the baby； and when Dad comes home we'll see what can be done。〃
North hesitated。 His dislike of the woman was intense； and yet he
knew no one else and the baby needed instant care。 Besides； he began to
see the ludicrousness of his making a first call on his neighbors with a
foundling to dispose of。 She saw his hesitation； and said；
〃Ye don't know me； in course。 Well； I'm Bessy Robinson； Trinidad
Joe Robinson's daughter。 I reckon Dad will give me a character if you
want references； or any of the boys on the river。〃
〃I'm only thinking of the trouble I'm giving you； Miss Robinson； I
assure you。 Any expense you may incur〃
〃Young man；〃 said Bessy Robinson； turning sharply on her heel； and
facing him with her black brows a little contracted； 〃if it comes to
expenses； I reckon I'll pay you for that baby； or not take it at all。 But I
don't know you well enough to quarrel with you on sight。 So leave the
child to me； and； if you choose； paddle down here to…morrow； after sun up…
