the red one(红色的那人)-第16部分
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autumn snow。 Those below; without firewood; on the bitter rim of Crater
Lake; heard from the driving obscurity above them a weird voice chanting:
〃Like Argus of the ancient times; We leave this modern Greece; Tum…
tum; tum…tum; tum; tum; tum…tum; To shear the Golden Fleece。〃
And out of the snow flurries they saw appear a tall; gaunt form; with
whiskers of flying white that blended with the storm; bending under a
sixty…pound pack of camp dunnage。
〃Father Christmas!〃 was the hail。 And then: 〃Three rousing cheers
for Father Christmas!〃
Two miles beyond Crater Lake lay Happy Camp … so named because
here was found the uppermost fringe of the timber line; where men might
warm themselves by fire again。 Scarcely could it be called timber; for it
was a dwarf rock…spruce that never raised its loftiest branches higher than
a foot above the moss; and that twisted and grovelled like a pig…vegetable
under the moss。 Here; on the trail leading into Happy Camp; in the first
sunshine of half a dozen days; Old Tarwater rested his pack against a huge
boulder and caught his breath。 Around this boulder the trail passed; laden
men toiling slowly forward and men with empty pack…straps limping
rapidly back for fresh loads。 Twice Old Tarwater essayed to rise and go
on; and each time; warned by his shakiness; sank back to recover more
strength。 From around the boulder he heard voices in greeting;
recognized Charles Crayton's voice; and realized that at last they had met
up with Young Liverpool。 Quickly; Charles plunged into business; and
Tarwater heard with great distinctness every word of Charles' unflattering
description of him and the proposition to give him passage to Dawson。
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〃A dam fool proposition;〃 was Liverpool's judgment; when Charles
had concluded。 〃An old granddad of seventy! If he's on his last legs;
why in hell did you hook up with him? If there's going to be a famine;
and it looks like it; we need every ounce of grub for ourselves。 We only
out…fitted for four; not five。〃
〃It's all right;〃 Tarwater heard Charles assuring the other。 〃Don't get
excited。 The old codger agreed to leave the final decision to you when
we caught up with you。 All you've got to do is put your foot down and
say no。〃
〃You mean it's up to me to turn the old one down; after your
encouraging him and taking advantage of his work clear from Dyea here?〃
〃It's a hard trail; Liverpool; and only the men that are hard will get
through;〃 Charles strove to palliate。
〃And I'm to do the dirty work?〃 Liverpool complained; while
Tarwater's heart sank。
〃That's just about the size of it;〃 Charles said。 〃You've got the
deciding。〃
Then old Tarwater's heart uprose again as the air was rent by a cyclone
of profanity; from the midst of which crackled sentences like: … 〃Dirty
skunks! 。 。 。 See you in hell first! 。 。 。 My mind's made up! 。 。 。 Hell's fire
and corruption! 。 。 。 The old codger goes down the Yukon with us; stack on
that; my hearty! 。 。 。 Hard? You don't know what hard is unless I show
you! 。 。 。 I'll bust the whole outfit to hell and gone if any of you try to side…
track him! 。 。 。 Just try to side…track him; that is all; and you'll think the
Day of Judgment and all God's blastingness has hit the camp in one
chunk!〃
Such was the invigoratingness of Liverpool's flow of speech that; quite
without consciousness of effort; the old man arose easily under his load
and strode on toward Happy Camp。
From Happy Camp to Long Lake; from Long Lake to Deep Lake; and
from Deep Lake up over the enormous hog…back and down to Linderman;
the man…killing race against winter kept on。 Men broke their hearts and
backs and wept beside the trail in sheer exhaustion。 But winter never
faltered。 The fall gales blew; and amid bitter soaking rains and ever…
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increasing snow flurries; Tarwater and the party to which he was attached
piled the last of their outfit on the beach。
There was no rest。 Across the lake; a mile above a roaring torrent;
they located a patch of spruce and built their saw…pit。 Here; by hand; with
an inadequate whipsaw; they sawed the spruce… trunks into lumber。 They
worked night and day。 Thrice; on the night…shift; underneath in the saw…
pit; Old Tarwater fainted。 By day he cooked as well; and; in the
betweenwhiles; helped Anson in the building of the boat beside the torrent
as the green planks came down。
The days grew shorter。 The wind shifted into the north and blew
unending gales。 In the mornings the weary men crawled from their
blankets and in their socks thawed out their frozen shoes by the fire
Tarwater always had burning for them。 Ever arose the increasing tale of
famine on the Inside。 The last grub steamboats up from Bering Sea were
stalled by low water at the beginning of the Yukon Flats hundreds of miles
north of Dawson。 In fact; they lay at the old Hudson Bay Company's
post at Fort Yukon inside the Arctic Circle。 Flour in Dawson was up to
two dollars a pound; but no one would sell。 Bonanza and Eldorado
Kings; with money to burn; were leaving for the Outside because they
could buy no grub。 Miners' Committees were confiscating all grub and
putting the population on strict rations。 A man who held out an ounce of
grub was shot like a dog。 A score had been so executed already。
And; under a strain which had broken so many younger men; Old
Tarwater began to break。 His cough had become terrible; and had not his
exhausted comrades slept like the dead; he would have kept them awake
nights。 Also; he began to take chills; so that he dressed up to go to bed。
When he had finished so dressing; not a rag of garment remained in his
clothes bag。 All he possessed was on his back and swathed around his
gaunt old form。
〃Gee!〃 said Big Bill。 〃If he puts all he's got on now; when it ain't
lower than twenty above; what'll he do later on when it goes down to fifty
and sixty below?〃
They lined the rough…made boat down the mountain torrent; nearly
losing it a dozen times; and rowed across the south end of Lake Linderman
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in the thick of a fall blizzard。 Next morning they planned to load and
start; squarely into the teeth of the north; on their perilous traverse of half
a thousand miles of lakes and rapids and box canyons。 But before he
went to bed that night; Young Liverpool was out over the camp。 He
returned to find his whole party asleep。 Rousing Tarwater; he talked with
him in low tones。
〃Listen; dad;〃 he said。 … 〃You've got a passage in our boat; and if ever a
man earned a passage you have。 But you know yourself you're pretty
well along in years; and your health right now ain't exciting。 If you go on
with us you'll croak surer'n hell。 … Now wait till I finish; dad。 The price
for a passage has jumped to five hundred dollars。 I've been throwing my
feet and I've hustled a passenger。 He's an official of the Alaska
Commercial and just has to get in。 He's bid up to six hundred to go with
me in our boat。 Now the passage is yours。 You sell it to him; poke the
six hundred into your jeans; and pull South for California while the goin's
good。 You can be in Dyea in two days; and in California in a week more。
What d'ye say?〃
Tarwater coughed and shivered for a space; ere he could get freedom
of breath for speech。
〃Son;〃 he said; 〃I just want to tell you one thing。 I drove my four
yoke of oxen across the Plains in Forty…nine and lost nary a one。 I drove
them plumb to Californy; and I freighted with them afterward out of
Sutter's Fort to American Bar。 Now I'm going to Klondike。 Ain't
nothing can stop me; ain't nothing at all。 I'm going to ride that boat; with
you at the steering sweep; clean to Klondike; and I'm going to shake three
hundred thousand out of the moss…roots。 That being so; it's contrary to
reason and common sense for me to sell out my passage。 But I thank you
kindly; son; I thank you kindly。〃
The young sailor shot out his hand impulsively and gripped the old
man's。
〃By God; dad!〃 he cried。 〃You're sure going to go then。 You're the
real stuff。〃 He looked with undisguised contempt across the sleepers to
where Charles Crayton snored in his red