wessex tales-第8章

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strong；　but　it　did　not　taste　so　strong　as　it　actually　was。　　Hence；
presently；　the　stranger　in　cinder…gray　at　the　table；　moved　by　its
creeping　influence；　unbuttoned　his　waistcoat；　threw　himself　back　in
his　chair；　spread　his　legs；　and　made　his　presence　felt　in　various
ways。

'Well；　well；　as　I　say；'　he　resumed；　'I　am　going　to　Casterbridge；　and
to　Casterbridge　I　must　go。　　I　should　have　been　almost　there　by　this
time；　but　the　rain　drove　me　into　your　dwelling；　and　I'm　not　sorry
for　it。'

'You　don't　live　in　Casterbridge？'　said　the　shepherd。

'Not　as　yet；　though　I　shortly　mean　to　move　there。'

'Going　to　set　up　in　trade；　perhaps？'

'No；　no；'　said　the　shepherd's　wife。　　'It　is　easy　to　see　that　the
gentleman　is　rich；　and　don't　want　to　work　at　anything。'

The　cinder…gray　stranger　paused；　as　if　to　consider　whether　he　would
accept　that　definition　of　himself。　　He　presently　rejected　it　by
answering；　'Rich　is　not　quite　the　word　for　me；　dame。　　I　do　work；　and
I　must　work。　　And　even　if　I　only　get　to　Casterbridge　by　midnight　I
must　begin　work　there　at　eight　to…morrow　morning。　　Yes；　het　or　wet；
blow　or　snow；　famine　or　sword；　my　day's　work　to…morrow　must　be
done。'

'Poor　man！　　Then；　in　spite　o'　seeming；　you　be　worse　off　than　we？'
replied　the　shepherd's　wife。

''Tis　the　nature　of　my　trade；　men　and　maidens。　　'Tis　the　nature　of
my　trade　more　than　my　poverty　。　。　。　But　really　and　truly　I　must　up
and　off；　or　I　shan't　get　a　lodging　in　the　town。'　　However；　the
speaker　did　not　move；　and　directly　added；　'There's　time　for　one　more
draught　of　friendship　before　I　go；　and　I'd　perform　it　at　once　if　the
mug　were　not　dry。'

'Here's　a　mug　o'　small；'　said　Mrs。　Fennel。　　'Small；　we　call　it；
though　to　be　sure　'tis　only　the　first　wash　o'　the　combs。'

'No；'　said　the　stranger　disdainfully。　　'I　won't　spoil　your　first
kindness　by　partaking　o'　your　second。'

'Certainly　not；'　broke　in　Fennel。　　'We　don't　increase　and　multiply
every　day；　and　I'll　fill　the　mug　again。'　　He　went　away　to　the　dark
place　under　the　stairs　where　the　barrel　stood。　　The　shepherdess
followed　him。

'Why　should　you　do　this？'　she　said　reproachfully；　as　soon　as　they
were　alone。　　'He's　emptied　it　once；　though　it　held　enough　for　ten
people；　and　now　he's　not　contented　wi'　the　small；　but　must　needs
call　for　more　o'　the　strong！　　And　a　stranger　unbeknown　to　any　of　us。
For　my　part；　I　don't　like　the　look　o'　the　man　at　all。'

'But　he's　in　the　house；　my　honey；　and　'tis　a　wet　night；　and　a
christening。　　Daze　it；　what's　a　cup　of　mead　more　or　less？　　There'll
be　plenty　more　next　bee…burning。'

'Very　wellthis　time；　then；'　she　answered；　looking　wistfully　at　the
barrel。　　'But　what　is　the　man's　calling；　and　where　is　he　one　of；
that　he　should　come　in　and　join　us　like　this？'

'I　don't　know。　　I'll　ask　him　again。'

The　catastrophe　of　having　the　mug　drained　dry　at　one　pull　by　the
stranger　in　cinder…gray　was　effectually　guarded　against　this　time　by
Mrs。　Fennel。　　She　poured　out　his　allowance　in　a　small　cup；　keeping
the　large　one　at　a　discreet　distance　from　him。　　When　he　had　tossed
off　his　portion　the　shepherd　renewed　his　inquiry　about　the
stranger's　occupation。

The　latter　did　not　immediately　reply；　and　the　man　in　the　chimney…
corner；　with　sudden　demonstrativeness；　said；　'Anybody　may　know　my
tradeI'm　a　wheelwright。'

'A　very　good　trade　for　these　parts；'　said　the　shepherd。

'And　anybody　may　know　mineif　they've　the　sense　to　find　it　out；'
said　the　stranger　in　cinder…gray。

'You　may　generally　tell　what　a　man　is　by　his　claws；'　observed　the
hedge…carpenter；　looking　at　his　own　hands。　　'My　fingers　be　as　full
of　thorns　as　an　old　pin…cushion　is　of　pins。'

The　hands　of　the　man　in　the　chimney…corner　instinctively　sought　the
shade；　and　he　gazed　into　the　fire　as　he　resumed　his　pipe。　　The　man
at　the　table　took　up　the　hedge…carpenter's　remark；　and　added
smartly；　'True；　but　the　oddity　of　my　trade　is　that；　instead　of
setting　a　mark　upon　me；　it　sets　a　mark　upon　my　customers。'

No　observation　being　offered　by　anybody　in　elucidation　of　this
enigma；　the　shepherd's　wife　once　more　called　for　a　song。　　The　same
obstacles　presented　themselves　as　at　the　former　timeone　had　no
voice；　another　had　forgotten　the　first　verse。　　The　stranger　at　the
table；　whose　soul　had　now　risen　to　a　good　working　temperature；
relieved　the　difficulty　by　exclaiming　that；　to　start　the　company；　he
would　sing　himself。　　Thrusting　one　thumb　into　the　arm…hole　of　his
waistcoat；　he　waved　the　other　hand　in　the　air；　and；　with　an
extemporizing　gaze　at　the　shining　sheep…crooks　above　the
mantelpiece；　began：…


'O　my　trade　it　is　the　rarest　one；
Simple　shepherds　all　…
My　trade　is　a　sight　to　see；
For　my　customers　I　tie；　and　take　them　up　on　high；
And　waft　'em　to　a　far　countree！'


The　room　was　silent　when　he　had　finished　the　versewith　one
exception；　that　of　the　man　in　the　chimney…corner；　who；　at　the
singer's　word；　'Chorus！　'joined　him　in　a　deep　bass　voice　of　musical
relish　…


'And　waft　'em　to　a　far　countree！'


Oliver　Giles；　John　Pitcher　the　dairyman；　the　parish…clerk；　the
engaged　man　of　fifty；　the　row　of　young　women　against　the　wall；
seemed　lost　in　thought　not　of　the　gayest　kind。　　The　shepherd　looked
meditatively　on　the　ground；　the　shepherdess　gazed　keenly　at　the
singer；　and　with　some　suspicion；　she　was　doubting　whether　this
stranger　were　merely　singing　an　old　song　from　recollection；　or　was
composing　one　there　and　then　for　the　occasion。　　All　were　as
perplexed　at　the　obscure　revelation　as　the　guests　at　Belshazzar's
Feast；　except　the　man　in　the　chimney…corner；　who　quietly　said；
'Second　verse；　stranger；'　and　smoked　on。

The　singer　thoroughly　moistened　himself　from　his　lips　inwards；　and
went　on　with　the　next　stanza　as　requested：…


'My　tools　are　but　common　ones；
Simple　shepherds　all　…
My　tools　are　no　sight　to　see：
A　little　hempen　string；　and　a　post　whereon　to　swing；
Are　implements　enough　for　me！'


Shepherd　Fennel　glanced　round。　　There　was　no　longer　any　doubt　that
the　stranger　was　answering　his　question　rhythmically。　　The　guests
one　and　all　started　back　with　suppressed　exclamations。　　The　young
woman　engaged　to　the　man　of　fifty　fainted　half…way；　and　would　have
proceeded；　but　finding　him　wanting　in　alacrity　for　catching　her　she
sat　down　trembling。

'O；　he's　the！'　whispered　the　people　in　the　background；　mentioning
the　name　of　an　ominous　public　officer。　　'He's　come　to　do　it！　　'Tis
to　be　at　Casterbridge　jail　to…morrowthe　man　for　sheep…stealing
the　poor　clock…maker　we　heard　of；　who　used　to　live　away　at
Shottsford　and　had　no　work　to　doTimothy　Summers；　whose　family　were
a…starving；　and　so　he　went　out　of　Shottsford　by　the　high…road；　and
took　a　sheep　in　open　daylight；　defying　the　farmer　and　the　farmer's
wife　and　the　farmer's　lad；　and　every　man　jack　among　'em。　　He'　（and
they　nodded　towards　the　stranger　of　the　deadly　trade）　'is　come　from
up　the　country　to　do　it　because　there's　not　enough　to　do　in　his　own
county…town；　and　he's　got　the　place　here　now　our　own　county　man's
dead；　he's　going　to　live　in　the　same　cottage　under　the　prison　wall。'

The　stranger　in　cinder…gray　took　no　notice　of　this　whispered　string
of　observations；　but　again　wetted　his　lips。　　Seeing　that　his　friend
in　the　chimney…corner　was　the　only　one　who　reciprocated　his
joviality　in　any　way；　he　held　out　his　cup　towards　that　appreciative
comrade；　who　also　held　out　his　own。　　They　clinked　together；　the　eyes
of　the　rest　of　the　room　hanging　upon　the　singer's　actions。　　He
parted　his　lips　for　the　third　verse；　but　at　that　moment　another
knock　was　audible　upon　the　door。　　This　time　the　knock　was　faint　and
hesitating。

The　company　seemed　scared；　the　shepherd　looked　with　consternation
towards　the　entrance；　and　it　was　with　some　effort　that　he　resisted
his　alarmed　wife's　deprecatory　glance；　and　uttered　for　the　third
time　the　welcoming　words；　'Walk　in！'

The　door　was　gently　opened；　and　another　man　stood　upon　the　mat。　　He；
like　those　who　had　preceded　him；　was　a　stranger。　　This　time　it　was　a
short；　small　personage；　of　fair　complexion；　and　dressed　in　a　decent
suit　of　dark　clothes。

'Can　you　tell　me　the　way　to？'　he　began：　　when；　gazing　round　the
room　to　observe　the　nature　of　the　company　amongst　whom　he　had
fallen；　his　eyes　lighted　on　the　stranger　in　cinder…gray。　　It　was
just　at　the　instant　when　the　latter；　who　had　thrown　his　mind　into
his　song　with　such　a　will　that　he　scarcely　heeded　the　interruption；
silenced　all　whispers　and　inquiries　by　bursting　into　his　third
verse：…


'To…morrow　is　my　working　day；
Simple　shepherds　all　…
To…morrow　is　a　working　day　for　me：
For　the　farmer's　sheep　is　slain；　and　the　lad　who　did　it　ta'en；
And　on　his　soul　may　God　ha'　merc…y！'


The　stranger　in　the　chimney…corner；　waving　cups　with　the　singer　so
heartily　that　his　mead　splashed　over　on　the　hearth；　repeated　in　his
bass　voice　as　before：…


'And　on　his　soul　may　God　ha'　merc…y！'


All　this　time　the　third　stranger　had　been　standing　in　the　doorway。
Finding　now　that　he　did　not　come　forward　or　go　on　speaking；　the
guests　particularly　regarded　him。　　They　noticed　to　their　surprise
that　he　stood　before　them　the　picture　of　abject　terrorhis　knees
trembling；　his　hand　shaking　so　violently　that　the　door…latch　by
which　he　supported　himself　rattled　audibly：　　his　white　lips　were
parted；　and　his　eyes　fixed　on　the　merry　officer　of　justice　in　the
middle　of　the　room。　　A　moment　more　and　he　had　turned；　closed　the
door；　and　fled。

'What　a　man　can　it　be？'　said　the　shepherd。

The　rest；　between　the　awfulness　of　their　late　discovery　and　the　odd
conduct　of　this　third　visitor；　looked　as　if　they　knew　not　what　to
think；　and　said　nothing。　　Instinctively　they　withdrew　further　and
further　from　the　grim　gentleman　in　their　midst；　whom　some　of　them
seemed　to　take　for　the　Prince　of　Darkness　himself；　till　they　formed
a　remote　circle；　an　empty　space　of　floor　being　left　between　them　and
him　…


'　。　。　。　circulus；　cujus　centrum　diabolus。'


The　room　was　so　silentthough　there　were　more　than　twenty　people　in
itthat　nothing　could　be　heard　but　the　patter　of　the　rain　against
the　window…shutters；　accompanied　by　the　occasional　hiss　of　a　stray
drop　that　fell　down　the　chimney　into　the　fire；　and　the　steady
puffing　of　the　man　in　the　corner；　who　had　now　resumed　his　pipe　of
long　clay。

The　stillness　was　unexpectedly　broken。　　The　distant　sound　of　a　gun
reverberated　through　the　airapparently　from　the　direction　of　the
county…town。

'Be　jiggered！'　cried　the　stranger　who　had　sung　the　song；　jumping　up。

'What　does　that　mean？'　asked　several。

'A　prisoner　escaped　from　the　jailthat's　what　it　means。'

All　listened。　　The　sound　was　repeated；　and　none　of　them　spoke　but
the　man　in　the　chimney…corner；　who　said　quietly；　'I've　often　been
told　that　in　this　county　they　fire　a　gun　at　such　times；　but　I　never
heard　it　till　now。'

'I　wonder　if　it　is　MY　man？'　murmured　the　personage　in　cinder…gray。

'Surely　it　is！'　said　the　shepherd　involuntarily。　　'And　surely　we've
zeed　him！　　That　little　man　who　looked　in　at　the　door　by　now；　and
quivered　like　a　leaf　when　he　zeed　ye　and　heard　your　song！'

'His　teeth　chattered；　and　the　breath　went　out　of　his　body；'　said　the
dairyman。

'And　his　heart　seemed　to　sink　within　him　like　a　stone；'　said　Oliver
Giles。

'And