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1、【国外英文文学】A Knight of the CumberlandA Knight of the Cumberlandby John Fox Jr.CONTENTS I. The Blight in the HillsII. On the Wild Dogs TrailIII. The Auricular Talent of the Hon.Samuel BuddIV. Close QuartersV. Back to the HillsVI. The Great DayVII. At Last-The TournamentVIII.The Knight PassesA KNIGHT OF

2、THE CUMBERLANDITHE BLIGHT IN THE HILLSHigh noon of a crisp October day, sunshine flooding the earth with the warmth and light of old wine and, going single-file up through the jagged gap that the dripping of water has worn down through the Cumberland Mountains from crest to valley-level, a gray hors

3、e and two big mules, a man and two young girls. On the gray horse, I led the tortuous way. After me came my small sister-and after her and like her, mule- back, rode the Blight-dressed as she would be for a gallop in Central Park or to ride a hunter in a horse show.I was taking them, according to pr

4、omise, where the feet of other women than mountaineers had never trod-beyond the crest of the Big Black-to the waters of the Cumberland-the lair of moonshiner and feudsman, where is yet pocketed a civilization that, elsewhere, is long ago gone. This had been a pet dream of the Blights for a long tim

5、e, and now the dream was coming true. The Blight was in the hills.Nobody ever went to her mothers house without asking to see her even when she was a little thing with black hair, merry face and black eyes. Both men and women, with children of their own, have told me that she was, perhaps, the most

6、fascinating child that ever lived. There be some who claim that she has never changed-and I am among them. She began early, regardless of age, sex or previous condition of servitude-she continues recklessly as she began-and none makes complaint. Thus was it in her own world-thus it was when she came

7、 to mine. On the way down from the North, the conductors voice changed from a command to a request when he asked for her ticket. The jacketed lord of the dining-car saw her from afar and advanced to show her to a seat-that she might ride forward, sit next to a shaded window and be free from the glar

8、e of the sun on the other side. Two porters made a rush for her bag when she got off the car, and the proprietor of the little hotel in the little town where we had to wait several hours for the train into the mountains gave her the bridal chamber for an afternoon nap. From this little town to The G

9、ap is the worst sixty-mile ride, perhaps, in the world. She sat in a dirty day-coach; the smoke rolled in at the windows and doors; the cars shook and swayed and lumbered around curves and down and up gorges; there were about her rough men, crying children, slatternly women, tobacco juice, peanuts,

10、popcorn and apple cores, but dainty, serene and as merry as ever, she sat through that ride with a radiant smile, her keen black eyes noting everything unlovely within and the glory of hill, tree and chasm without. Next morning at home, where we rise early, no one was allowed to waken her and she ha

11、d breakfast in bed-for the Blights gentle tyranny was established on sight and varied not at the Gap.When she went down the street that day everybody stared surreptitiously and with perfect respect, as her dainty black plumed figure passed; the post-office clerk could barely bring himself to say tha

12、t there was no letter for her. The soda-fountain boy nearly filled her glass with syrup before he saw that he was not strictly minding his own business; the clerk, when I bought chocolate for her, unblushingly added extra weight and, as we went back, she met them both-Marston, the young engineer fro

13、m the North, crossing the street and, at the same moment, a drunken young tough with an infuriated face reeling in a run around the corner ahead of us as though he were being pursued. Now we have a volunteer police guard some forty strong at the Gap-and from habit, I started for him, but the Blight

14、caught my arm tight. The young engineer in three strides had reached the curb-stone and all he sternly said was:Here! Here!The drunken youth wheeled and his right hand shot toward his hip pocket. The engineer was belted with a pistol, but with one lightning movement and an incredibly long reach, his

15、 right fist caught the fellows jaw so that he pitched backward and collapsed like an empty bag. Then the engineer caught sight of the Blights bewildered face, flushed, gripped his hands in front of him and simply stared. At last he saw me:Oh, he said, how do you do? and he turned to his prisoner, bu

16、t the panting sergeant and another policeman- also a volunteer-were already lifting him to his feet. I introduced the boy and the Blight then, and for the first time in my life I saw the Blight-shaken. Round- eyed, she merely gazed at him.That was pretty well done, I said.Oh, he was drunk and I knew

17、 he would be slow. Now something curious happened. The dazed prisoner was on his feet, and his captors were starting with him to the calaboose when he seemed suddenly to come to his senses.Jes wait a minute, will ye? he said quietly, and his captors, thinking perhaps that he wanted to say something

18、to me, stopped. The mountain youth turned a strangely sobered face and fixed his blue eyes on the engineer as though he were searing every feature of that imperturbable young man in his brain forever. It was not a bad face, but the avenging hatred in it was fearful. Then he, too, saw the Blight, his

19、 face calmed magically and he, too, stared at her, and turned away with an oath checked at his lips. We went on-the Blight thrilled, for she had heard much of our volunteer force at the Gap and had seen something already. Presently I looked back. Prisoner and captors were climbing the little hill to

20、ward the calaboose and the mountain boy just then turned his head and I could swear that his eyes sought not the engineer, whom we left at the corner, but, like the engineer, he was looking at the Blight. Whereat I did not wonder-particularly as to the engineer. He had been in the mountains for a lo

21、ng time and I knew what this vision from home meant to him. He turned up at the house quite early that night.Im not on duty until eleven, he said hesitantly, and I thought Id-Come right in.I asked him a few questions about business and then I left him and the Blight alone. When I came back she had a

22、 Gatling gun of eager questions ranged on him and-happy withal-he was squirming no little. I followed him to the gate.Are you really going over into those God-forsaken mountains? he asked.I thought I would.And you are going to take HER?And my sister.Oh, I beg your pardon. He strode away.Coming up by

23、 the mines? he called back.Perhaps will you show us around?I guess I will, he said emphatically, and he went on to risk his neck on a ten- mile ride along a mountain road in the dark.I LIKE a man, said the Blight. I like a MAN.Of course the Blight must see everything, so she insisted on going to the

24、 police court next morning for the trial of the mountain boy. The boy was in the witness chair when we got there, and the Hon. Samuel Budd was his counsel. He had volunteered to defend the prisoner, I was soon told, and then I understood. The November election was not far off and the Hon. Samuel Bud

25、d was candidate for legislature. More even, the boys father was a warm supporter of Mr. Budd and the boy himself might perhaps render good service in the cause when the time came- as indeed he did. On one of the front chairs sat the young engineer and it was a question whether he or the prisoner saw

26、 the Blights black plumes first. The eyes of both flashed toward her simultaneously, the engineer colored perceptibly and the mountain boy stopped short in speech and his pallid face flushed with unmistakable shame. Then he went on: He had liquered up, he said, and had got tight afore he knowed it a

27、nd he didnt mean no harm and had never been arrested afore in his whole life.Have you ever been drunk before? asked the prosecuting attorney severely. The lad looked surprised.Cose I have, but I aint goin to agin -leastwise not in this here town. There was a general laugh at this and the aged mayor

28、rapped loudly.That will do, said the attorney.The lad stepped down, hitched his chair slightly so that his back was to the Blight, sank down in it until his head rested on the back of the chair and crossed his legs. The Hon. Samuel Budd arose and the Blight looked at him with wonder. His long yellow

29、 hair was parted in the middle and brushed with plaster-like precision behind two enormous ears, he wore spectacles, gold-rimmed and with great staring lenses, and his face was smooth and ageless. He caressed his chin ruminatingly and rolled his lips until they settled into a fine resultant of wisdo

30、m, patience, toleration and firmness. His manner was profound and his voice oily and soothing.May it please your Honor-my young friend frankly pleads guilty. He paused as though the majesty of the law could ask no more. He is a young man of naturally high and somewhat-naturally, too, no doubt-bibulo

31、us spirits. Homoepathically- if inversely-the result was logical. In the untrammelled life of the liberty- breathing mountains, where the stern spirit of law and order, of which your Honor is the august symbol, does not prevail as it does here-thanks to your Honors wise and just dispensations-the la

32、d has, I may say, naturally acquired a certain recklessness of mood-indulgence which, however easily condoned there, must here be sternly rebuked. At the same time, he knew not the conditions here, he became exhilarated without malice, prepensey or even, I may say, consciousness. He would not have d

33、one as he has, if he had known what he knows now, and, knowing, he will not repeat the offence. I need say no more. I plead simply that your Honor will temper the justice that is only yours with the mercy that is yours-only.His Honor was visibly affected and to cover it-his methods being informal-he

34、 said with sharp irrelevancy:Who bailed this young feller out last night? The sergeant spoke:Why, Mr. Marston thar-with outstretched finger toward the young engineer. The Blights black eyes leaped with exultant appreciation and the engineer turned crimson. His Honor rolled his quid around in his mou

35、th once, and peered over his glasses:I fine this young feller two dollars and costs. The young fellow had turned slowly in his chair and his blue eyes blazed at the engineer with unappeasable hatred. I doubt if he had heard his Honors voice.I want ye to know that Im obleeged to ye an I aint a-goin t

36、o fergit it; but if Id a known hit was you Id a stayed in jail an seen you in hell afore Id a been bounden to ye.Ten dollars fer contempt of couht. The boy was hot now.Oh, fine and be- The Hon. Samuel Budd had him by the shoulder, the boy swallowed his voice and his starting tears of rage, and after

37、 a whisper to his Honor, the Hon. Samuel led him out. Outside, the engineer laughed to the Blight:Pretty peppery, isnt he? but the Blight said nothing, and later we saw the youth on a gray horse crossing the bridge and conducted by the Hon. Samuel Budd, who stopped and waved him toward the mountains

38、. The boy went on and across the plateau, the gray Gap swallowed him. That night, at the post-office, the Hon. Sam plucked me aside by the sleeve.I know Marston is agin me in this race-but Ill do him a good turn just the same. You tell him to watch out for that young fellow. Hes all right when hes s

39、ober, but when hes drunk-well, over in Kentucky, they call him the Wild Dog.Several days later we started out through that same Gap. The glum stableman looked at the Blights girths three times, and with my own eyes starting and my heart in my mouth, I saw her pass behind her sixteen-hand-high mule a

40、nd give him a friendly tap on the rump as she went by. The beast gave an appreciative flop of one ear and that was all. Had I done that, any further benefit to me or mine would be incorporated in the terms of an insurance policy. So, stating this, I believe I state the limit and can now go on to say

41、 at last that it was because she seemed to be loved by man and brute alike that a big man of her own town, whose body, big as it was, was yet too small for his heart and from whose brain things went off at queer angles, always christened her perversely as-The Blight.IION THE WILD DOGS TRAILSo up we

42、went past Bee Rock, Preachers Creek and Little Looney, past the mines where high on a tipple stood the young engineer looking down at us, and looking after the Blight as we passed on into a dim rocky avenue walled on each side with rhododendrons. I waved at him and shook my head-we would see him com

43、ing back. Beyond a deserted log- cabin we turned up a spur of the mountain. Around a clump of bushes we came on a gray-bearded mountaineer holding his horse by the bridle and from a covert high above two more men appeared with Winchesters. The Blight breathed forth an awed whisper:Are they moonshine

44、rs?I nodded sagely, Most likely, and the Blight was thrilled. They might have been squirrel-hunters most innocent, but the Blight had heard much talk of moonshine stills and mountain feuds and the men who run them and I took the risk of denying her nothing. Up and up we went, those two mules swaying

45、 from side to side with a motion little short of elephantine and, by and by, the Blight called out:You ride ahead and dont you DARE look back.Accustomed to obeying the Blights orders, I rode ahead with eyes to the front. Presently, a shriek made me turn suddenly. It was nothing-my little sisters mul

46、e had gone near a steep cliff-perilously near, as its rider thought, but I saw why I must not look back; those two little girls were riding astride on side-saddles, the booted little right foot of each dangling stirrupless-a posture quite decorous but ludicrous.Let us know if anybody comes, they cri

47、ed. A mountaineer descended into sight around a loop of the path above.Change cars, I shouted.They changed and, passing, were grave, demure-then they changed again, and thus we climbed.Such a glory as was below, around and above us; the air like champagne; the sunlight rich and pouring like a flood on the gold that the beeches had strewn in the path, on the gold that the poplars still shook high above and shimmering on the royal scarlet of the maple and the sombre russet of the oak. From far below us to far above us a deep curving ravine was slashed