the complete writings-4-第26章
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hey let their fancy play about Vanderbilt； who was agreed to be the richest man in the world； or that ever lived。
〃All I want；〃 said the long…bearded man； 〃is enough to be comfortable。 I would n't have Vanderbilt's wealth if he'd give it to me。〃
〃Nor I；〃 said the landlord。 〃Give me just enough to be comfortable。〃 ＇The tourist couldn't but note that his ideas of enough to be comfortable had changed a good deal since he had left his little farm and gone into the mica business； and visited New York； and enlarged and painted his tavern。＇ I should like to know what more Vanderbilt gets out of his money than I get out of mine。 I heard tell of a young man who went to Vanderbilt to get employment。 Vanderbilt finally offered to give the young man； if he would work for him； just what he got himself。 The young man jumped at thathe'd be perfectly satisfied with that pay。 And Vanderbilt said that all he got was what he could eat and wear； and offered to give the young man his board and clothes。〃
〃I declare〃 said the long…bearded man。 〃That's just it。 Did you ever see Vanderbilt's house？ Neither did I； but I heard he had a vault built in it five feet thick； solid。 He put in it two hundred millions of dollars； in gold。 After a year； he opened it and put in twelve millions more； and called that a poor year。 They say his house has gold shutters to the windows； so I've heard。〃
〃I shouldn't wonder；〃 said the landlord。 〃I heard he had one door in his house cost forty thousand dollars。 I don't know what it is made of； unless it's made of gold。〃
Sunday was a hot and quiet day。 The stores were closed and the two churches also； this not being the Sunday for the itinerant preacher。 The jail also showed no sign of life； and when we asked about it； we learned that it was empty； and had been for some time。 No liquor is sold in the place； nor within at least three miles of it。 It is not much use to try to run a jail without liquor。
In the course of the morning a couple of stout fellows arrived； leading between them a young man whom they had arrested；it didn't appear on any warrant； but they wanted to get him committed and locked up。 The offense charged was carrying a pistol； the boy had not used it against anybody； but he had flourished it about and threatened； and the neighbors wouldn't stand that； they were bound to enforce the law against carrying concealed weapons。
The captors were perfectly good…natured and on friendly enough terms with the young man； who offered no resistance； and seemed not unwilling to go to jail。 But a practical difficulty arose。 The jail was locked up； the sheriff had gone away into the country with the key； and no one could get in。 It did not appear that there was any provision for boarding the man in jail； no one in fact kept it。 The sheriff was sent for； but was not to be found； and the prisoner and his captors loafed about the square all day； sitting on the fence； rolling on the grass； all of them sustained by a simple trust that the jail would be open some time。
Late in the afternoon we left them there； trying to get into the jail。 But we took a personal leaf out of this experience。 Our Virginia friends； solicitous for our safety in this wild country； had urged us not to venture into it without armstake at least； they insisted； a revolver each。 And now we had to congratulate ourselves that we had not done so。 If we had； we should doubtless on that Sunday have been waiting； with the other law…breaker； for admission into the Yancey County jail。
III
》From Burnsville the next point in our route was Asheville； the most considerable city in western North Carolina； a resort of fashion； and the capital of Buncombe County。 It is distant some forty to forty… five miles； too long a journey for one day over such roads。 The easier and common route is by the Ford of Big Ivy； eighteen miles； the first stopping…place； and that was a long ride for the late afternoon when we were in condition to move。
The landlord suggested that we take another route； stay that night on Caney River with Big Tom Wilson； only eight miles from Burnsville； cross Mount Mitchell； and go down the valley of the Swannanoa to Asheville。 He represented this route as shorter and infinitely more picturesque。 There was nothing worth seeing on the Big Ivy way。 With scarcely a moment's reflection and while the horses were saddling； we decided to ride to Big Tom Wilson's。 I could not at the time understand； and I cannot now； why the Professor consented。 I should hardly dare yet confess to my fixed purpose to ascend Mount Mitchell。 It was equally fixed in the Professor's mind not to do it。 We had not discussed it much。 But it is safe to say that if he had one well…defined purpose on this trip； it was not to climb Mitchell。 〃Not；〃 as he put it；
〃Not mine own fears； nor the prophetic soul Of the wide world dreaming on things to come；〃
had suggested the possibility that he could do it。
But at the moment the easiest thing to do seemed to be to ride down to Wilson's。 When there we could turn across country to the Big Ivy； although； said the landlord； you can ride over Mitchell just as easy as anywherea lady rode plump over the peak of it last week； and never got off her horse。 You are not obliged to go； at Big Tom's； you can go any way you please。
Besides； Big Tom himself weighed in the scale more than Mount Mitchell； and not to see him was to miss one of the most characteristic productions of the country； the typical backwoodsman； hunter； guide。 So we rode down Bolling Creek； through a pretty； broken country； crossed the Caney River； and followed it up a few miles to Wilson's plantation。 There are little intervales along the river； where hay is cut and corn grown； but the region is not much cleared； and the stock browse about in the forest。 Wilson is the agent of the New York owner of a tract of some thirteen thousand acres of forest； including the greater portion of Mount Mitchell； a wilderness well stocked with bears and deer； and full of streams abounding in trout。 It is also the playground of the rattlesnake。 With all these attractions Big Tom's life is made lively in watching game poachers； and endeavoring to keep out the foraging cattle of the few neighbors。 It is not that the cattle do much injury in the forest； but the looking after them is made a pretense for roaming around； and the roamers are liable to have to defend themselves against the deer； or their curiosity is excited about the bears； and lately they have taken to exploding powder in the streams to kill the fish。
Big Tom's plantation has an openwork stable； an ill…put…together frame house； with two rooms and a kitchen； and a veranda in front； a loft； and a spring…house in the rear。 Chickens and other animals have free run of the premises。 Some fish…rods hung in the porch； and hunter's gear depended on hooks in the passage…way to the kitchen。 In one room were three beds； in the other two； only one in the kitchen。 On the porch was a loom； with a piece of cloth in process。 The establishment had the air of taking care of itself。 Neither Big Tom nor his wife was at home。 Sunday seemed to be a visiting day； and the travelers had met many parties on horseback。 Mrs。 Wilson was away for a visit of a day or two。 One of the sons； who was lounging on the veranda； was at last induced to put up the horses； a very old woman； who mumbled and glared at the visitors； was found in the kitchen； but no intelligible response could be got out of her。 Presently a bright little girl； the housekeeper in charge； appeared。 She said that her paw had gone up to her brother's （her brother was just married and lived up the river in the house where Mr。 Murchison stayed when he was here） to see if he could ketch a bear that had been rootin' round in the corn…field the night before。 She expected him back by sundownby dark anyway。 'Les he'd gone after the bear； and then you could n't tell when he would come。
It appeared that Big Tom was a thriving man in the matter of family。 More boys appeared。 Only one was married； but four had 〃got their time。〃 As night approached； and no Wilson； there was a good deal of lively and loud conversation about the stock and the chores； in all of which the girl took a leading and intelligent part； showing a willingness to do her share； but not to have all the work put upon her。 It was time to go down the road and hunt up the cows； the mule had disappeared and must be found before dark； a couple of steers hadn't turned up since the day before yesterday； and in the midst of the gentle contention as to whose business all this was； there was an alarm of cattle in the corn…patch； and the girl started off on a run in that direction。 It was due to the executive ability of this small girl； after the cows had been milked and the mule chased and the boys properly stirred up； that we had supper。 It was of the oilcloth； iron fork； tin spoon； bacon； hot bread and honey variety； distinguished； however； from all meals we had endured or enjoyed before by the introduction of fried eggs （as the breakfast next morning was by the presence of chicken）； and it was served by the active maid with right hearty good…will and genuine hospitable intent。
While it was in progress； after nine o'clock； Big Tom arrived； and； with a simple greeting； sat down and attacked the supper and began to tell about the bear。 There was not much to tell except that he hadn't seen the bear； and that； judged by his tracks and his sloshing around； he must be a big one。 But a trap had been set for him； and he judged it wouldn't be long before we had some bear meat。 Big Tom Wilson； as he is known all over this part of the State； would not attract attention from his size。 He is six feet and two inches tall； very spare and muscular； with sandy hair； long gray beard； and honest blue eyes。 He has a reputation for great strength and endurance； a man of native simplicity and mild manners。 He had been rather expecting us from what Mr。 Murchison wrote； he wrote （his son had read out the letter） that Big Tom was to take good care of us； and anybody that Mr。 Murchison sent could have the best he'd got。
Big Tom joined us in our room after supper。 This apartment； with two mighty feather…beds； was hung about with all manner of stuffy family clothes； and had in one end a vast cavern for a fire。 The floor was uneven； and the hearthstones billowy。 When the fire was lighted； the effect of the bright light in the cavern and the heavy shadows in the room was Rembrandtish。 Big Tom sat with us before the fire and told bear stories。 Talk？ Why； it was not the least effort。 The stream flowed on without a ripple。 〃Why； the old man；〃 one of the sons confided to us next morning； 〃can begin and talk right over Mount Mitchell and all the way back； and never make a break。〃 Though Big Tom had waged a lifelong warfare with the bears； and taken the hide off at least a hundred of them； I could not see that he had any vindictive feeling towards the varmint； but simply an insatiable love of killing him； and he regarded him in that half…humorous light in which the bear always appears to those who study him。 As to deerhe couldn't tell how many of them he had slain。 But Big Tom was
