章节正文
"But this change of territory involves the purchase of fifteen
acres of forest and orchard land, on a lake shore in marsh
country. It means the building of a permanent, all-year-round
home, which will provide the comforts of life for my family and
furnish a workshop consisting of a library, a photographic
darkroom and negativecloset, and a printing room for me. I could
live in such a home as I could provide on the income from my
nature work alone; but when my working grounds were cleared,
drained and ploughed up, literally wiped from the face of the
earth, I never could have moved to new country had it not been
for the earnings of the novels, which I now spend, and always
have spent, in great part UPON MY NATURE WORK. Based on this plan
of work and life I have written ten books, and `please God I live
so long,' I shall write ten more. Possibly every one of them will
be located in northern Indiana. Each one will be filled with all
the field and woods legitimately falling to its location and
peopled with the best men and women I have known."
Chapter 1
THE RAT-CATCHERS OF THE WABASH
"Hey, you swate-scented little heart-warmer!" cried Jimmy Malone,
as he lifted his tenth trap, weighted with a struggling muskrat,
from the Wabash. "Varmint you may be to all the rist of
creation, but you mane a night at Casey's to me."
Jimmy whistled softly as he reset the trap. For the moment he
forgot that he was five miles from home, that it was a mile
farther to the end of his line at the lower curve of Horseshoe
Bend, that his feet and fingers were almost freezing, and that
every rat of the ten now in the bag on his back had made him
thirstier. He shivered as the cold wind sweeping the curves of
the river struck him; but when an unusually heavy gust dropped
the ice and snow from a branch above him on the back of his
head, he laughed, as he ducked and cried: "Kape your snowballing
till the Fourth of July, will you!"
"Chick-a-dee-dee-dee!" remarked a tiny gray bird on the tree
above him. Jimmy glanced up. "Chickie, Chickie, Chickie," he
said. "I can't till by your dress whether you are a hin or a
rooster. But I can till by your employmint that you are working
for grub. Have to hustlelively for every worm you find, don't
you, Chickie? Now me, I'm hustlin' lively for a drink, and I be
domn if it seems nicessary with a whole river of drinkin' stuff
flowin' right under me feet. But the old Wabash ain't runnin
"wine and milk and honey" not by the jug-full. It seems to be
compounded of aquil parts of mud, crude ile, and rain water. If
'twas only runnin' Melwood, be gorry, Chickie, you'd see a
mermaid named Jimmy Malone sittin' on the Kingfisher Stump,
combin' its auburn hair with a breeze, and scoopin' whiskey down
its gullet with its tail fin. No, hold on, Chickie, you wouldn't
either. I'm too flat-chisted for a mermaid, and I'd have no time
to lave off gurglin' for the hair-combin' act, which, Chickie, to
me notion is as issential to a mermaid as the curves. I'd be a
sucker, the biggest sucker in the Gar-hole, Chickie bird. I'd be
an all-day sucker, be gobs; yis, and an all- night sucker, too.
Come to think of it, Chickie, be domn if I'd be a sucker at all.
Look at the mouths of thim! Puckered up with a drawstring! Oh,
Hell on the Wabash, Chickie, think of Jimmy Malone lyin' at the
bottom of a river flowin' with Melwood, and a puckerin'-string
mouth! Wouldn't that break the heart of you? I know what I'd be.
I'd be the Black Bass of Horseshoe Bend, Chickie, and I'd locate
just below the shoals headin' up stream, and I'd hold me mouth
wide open till I paralyzed me jaws so I couldn't shut thim. I'd
just let the pure stuff wash over me gills constant, world
without end. Good-by, Chickie. Hope you got your grub, and pretty
soon I'll have enough drink to make me feel like I was the Bass
for one night, anyway."
Jimmy hurried to his next trap, which was empty, but the one
after that contained a rat, and there were footprints in the
snow. "That's where the porrage-heart of the Scotchman comes in,"
said Jimmy, as he held up the rat by one foot, and gave it a
sharp rap over the head with the trap to make sure it was dead.
"Dannie could no more hear a rat fast in one of me traps and not
come over and put it out of its misery, than he could dance a
hornpipe. And him only sicond hand from hornpipe land, too! But
his feet's like lead. Poor Dannie! He gets just about half the
rats I do. He niver did have luck."
Jimmy's gay face clouded for an instant. The twinkle faded from
his eyes, and a look of unrest swept into them. He muttered
something, and catching up his bag, shoved in the rat. As he
reset the trap, a big crow dropped from branch to branch on a
sycamore above him, and his back scarcely was turned before it
alighted on the ice, and ravenously picked at three drops of
blood purpling there.
Away down the ice-sheeted river led Dannie's trail, showing
plainly across the snow blanket. The wind raved through the
trees, and around the curves of the river. The dark earth of the
banks peeping from under overhanging ice and snow, looked like
the entrance to deep mysterious caves. Jimmy's superstitious soul
readily peopled them with goblins and devils. He shuddered, and
began to talk aloud to cheer himself. "Elivin muskrat skins,
times fifteen cints apiece, one dollar sixty-five. That will buy
more than I can hold. Hagginy! Won't I be takin' one long fine
gurgle of the pure stuff! And there's the boys! I might do the
grand for once. One on me for the house! And I might pay
something on my back score, but first I'll drink till I swell
like a poisoned pup. And I ought to get Mary that milk pail she's
been kickin' for this last month. Women and cows are always
kickin'! If the blarsted cow hadn't kicked a hole in the pail,
there'd be no need of Mary kicking for a new one. But dough IS
dubious soldering. Mary says it's bad enough on the dish pan, but
it positively ain't hilthy about the milk pail, and she is right.
We ought to have a new pail. I guess I'll get it first, and fill
up on what's left. One for a quarter will do. And I've several
traps yet, I may get a few more rats."
The virtuousresolve to buy a milk pail before he quenched the
thirst which burned him, so elated Jimmy with good opinion of
himself that he began whistling gayly as he strode toward his
next trap. And by that token, Dannie Macnoun, resetting an empty
trap a quarter of a mile below, knew that Jimmy was coming, and
that as usual luck was with him. Catching his blood and water
dripping bag, Dannie dodged a rotten branch that came crashing
down under the weight of its icy load, and stepping out on the
river, he pulled on his patched wool-lined mittens as he waited
for Jimmy.
"How many, Dannie?" called Jimmy from afar.
"Seven," answered Dannie. "What for ye?"
"Elivin," replied Jimmy, with a bit of unconscious swagger. "I am
havin' poor luck to-day."
"How mony wad satisfy ye?" asked Dannie sarcastically.
"Ain't got time to figure that," answered Jimmy, working in a
double shuffle as he walked. "Thrash around a little, Dannie. It
will warm you up."
"I am no cauld," answered Dannie.
"No cauld!" imitated Jimmy. "No cauld! Come to observe you
closer, I do detect symptoms of sunstroke in the ridness of your
face, and the whiteness about your mouth; but the frost on your
neck scarf, and the icicles fistooned around the tail of your
coat, tell a different story.
"Dannie, you remind me of the baptizin' of Pete Cox last winter.
Pete's nothin' but skin and bone, and he niver had a square meal
in his life to warm him. It took pushin' and pullin' to get him
in the water, and a scum froze over while he was under. Pete came
up shakin' like the feeder on a thrashin' machine, and whin he
could spake at all, `Bless Jasus,' says he, `I'm jist as
wa-wa-warm as I wa-wa-want to be.' So are you, Dannie, but
there's a difference in how warm folks want to be. For meself,
now, I could aisily bear a little more hate."
"It's honest, I'm no cauld," insisted Dannie; and he might have
added that if Jimmy would not fill his system with Casey's
poisons, that degree of cold would not chill and pinch him
either. But being Dannie, he neither thought nor said it. `"Why,
I'm frozen to me sowl!" cried Jimmy, as he changed the rat bag to
his other hand, and beat the empty one against his leg." Say,
Dannie, where do you think the Kingfisher is wintering?"
"And the Black Bass," answered Dannie. "Where do ye suppose the
Black Bass is noo?"
"Strange you should mintion the Black Bass," said Jimmy. "I was
just havin' a little talk about him with a frind of mine named
Chickie-dom, no, Chickie-dee, who works a grub stake back there.
The Bass might be lyin' in the river bed right under our feet.
Don't you remimber the time whin I put on three big cut-worms,
and skittered thim beyond the log that lays across here, and he
lept from the water till we both saw him the best we ever did,
and nothin' but my old rotten line ever saved him? Or he might be
where it slumps off just below the Kingfisher stump. But I know
where he is all right. He's down in the Gar-hole, and he'll come
back here spawning time, and chase minnows when the Kingfisher
comes home. But, Dannie, where the nation do you suppose the
Kingfisher is?"
"No' so far away as ye might think," replied Dannie. "Doc Hues
told me that coming on the train frae Indianapolis on the
fifteenth of December, he saw one fly across a little pond juist
below Winchester. I believe they go south slowly, as the cold
drives them, and stop near as they can find guid fishing. Dinna
that stump look lonely wi'out him?"
"And sound lonely without the Bass slashing around! I am going to
have that Bass this summer if I don't do a thing but fish!" vowed
Jimmy.
"I'll surely have a try at him," answered Dannie, with a twinkle
in his gray eyes. "We've caught most everything else in the
Wabash, and our reputation fra taking guid fish is ahead of any
one on the river, except the Kingfisher. Why the Diel dinna one
of us haul out that Bass?"
"Ain't I just told you that I am going to hook him this summer?"
shivered Jimmy.
"Dinna ye hear me mention that I intended to take a try at him
mysel'?" questioned Dannie. "Have ye forgotten that I know how to
fish?"
"'Nough breeze to-day without starting a Highlander," interposed
Jimmy hastily. "I believe I hear a rat in my next trap. That will
make me twilve, and it's good and glad of it I am for I've to
walk to town when my line is reset. There's something Mary
wants."
"If Mary wants ye to go to town, why dinna ye leave me to finish
your traps, and start now?" asked Dannie. "It's getting dark, and
if ye are so late ye canna see the drifts, ye never can cut
across the fields; fra the snow is piled waist high, and it's a
mile farther by the road."
"I got to skin my rats first, or I'll be havin' to ask credit
again," replied Jimmy.
"That's easy," answered Dannie. "Turn your rats over to me richt
noo. I'll give ye market price fra them in cash."
"But the skinnin' of them," objected Jimmy for decency sake,
though his eyes were beginning to shine and his fingers to
tremble.
"Never ye mind about that," retorted Dannie. "I like to take my
time to it, and fix them up nice. Elivin, did ye say?"
"Elivin," answered Jimmy, breaking into a jig, supposedly to keep
his feet warm, in reality because he could not stand quietly
while Dannie pulled off his mittens, got out and unstrapped his
wallet, and carefully counted out the money. "Is that all ye
need?" he asked.
For an instant Jimmy hesitated. Missing a chance to get even a
acres of forest and orchard land, on a lake shore in marsh
country. It means the building of a permanent, all-year-round
home, which will provide the comforts of life for my family and
furnish a workshop consisting of a library, a photographic
darkroom and negativecloset, and a printing room for me. I could
live in such a home as I could provide on the income from my
nature work alone; but when my working grounds were cleared,
drained and ploughed up, literally wiped from the face of the
earth, I never could have moved to new country had it not been
for the earnings of the novels, which I now spend, and always
have spent, in great part UPON MY NATURE WORK. Based on this plan
of work and life I have written ten books, and `please God I live
so long,' I shall write ten more. Possibly every one of them will
be located in northern Indiana. Each one will be filled with all
the field and woods legitimately falling to its location and
peopled with the best men and women I have known."
Chapter 1
THE RAT-CATCHERS OF THE WABASH
"Hey, you swate-scented little heart-warmer!" cried Jimmy Malone,
as he lifted his tenth trap, weighted with a struggling muskrat,
from the Wabash. "Varmint you may be to all the rist of
creation, but you mane a night at Casey's to me."
Jimmy whistled softly as he reset the trap. For the moment he
forgot that he was five miles from home, that it was a mile
farther to the end of his line at the lower curve of Horseshoe
Bend, that his feet and fingers were almost freezing, and that
every rat of the ten now in the bag on his back had made him
thirstier. He shivered as the cold wind sweeping the curves of
the river struck him; but when an unusually heavy gust dropped
the ice and snow from a branch above him on the back of his
head, he laughed, as he ducked and cried: "Kape your snowballing
till the Fourth of July, will you!"
"Chick-a-dee-dee-dee!" remarked a tiny gray bird on the tree
above him. Jimmy glanced up. "Chickie, Chickie, Chickie," he
said. "I can't till by your dress whether you are a hin or a
rooster. But I can till by your employmint that you are working
for grub. Have to hustlelively for every worm you find, don't
you, Chickie? Now me, I'm hustlin' lively for a drink, and I be
domn if it seems nicessary with a whole river of drinkin' stuff
flowin' right under me feet. But the old Wabash ain't runnin
"wine and milk and honey" not by the jug-full. It seems to be
compounded of aquil parts of mud, crude ile, and rain water. If
'twas only runnin' Melwood, be gorry, Chickie, you'd see a
mermaid named Jimmy Malone sittin' on the Kingfisher Stump,
combin' its auburn hair with a breeze, and scoopin' whiskey down
its gullet with its tail fin. No, hold on, Chickie, you wouldn't
either. I'm too flat-chisted for a mermaid, and I'd have no time
to lave off gurglin' for the hair-combin' act, which, Chickie, to
me notion is as issential to a mermaid as the curves. I'd be a
sucker, the biggest sucker in the Gar-hole, Chickie bird. I'd be
an all-day sucker, be gobs; yis, and an all- night sucker, too.
Come to think of it, Chickie, be domn if I'd be a sucker at all.
Look at the mouths of thim! Puckered up with a drawstring! Oh,
Hell on the Wabash, Chickie, think of Jimmy Malone lyin' at the
bottom of a river flowin' with Melwood, and a puckerin'-string
mouth! Wouldn't that break the heart of you? I know what I'd be.
I'd be the Black Bass of Horseshoe Bend, Chickie, and I'd locate
just below the shoals headin' up stream, and I'd hold me mouth
wide open till I paralyzed me jaws so I couldn't shut thim. I'd
just let the pure stuff wash over me gills constant, world
without end. Good-by, Chickie. Hope you got your grub, and pretty
soon I'll have enough drink to make me feel like I was the Bass
for one night, anyway."
Jimmy hurried to his next trap, which was empty, but the one
after that contained a rat, and there were footprints in the
snow. "That's where the porrage-heart of the Scotchman comes in,"
said Jimmy, as he held up the rat by one foot, and gave it a
sharp rap over the head with the trap to make sure it was dead.
"Dannie could no more hear a rat fast in one of me traps and not
come over and put it out of its misery, than he could dance a
hornpipe. And him only sicond hand from hornpipe land, too! But
his feet's like lead. Poor Dannie! He gets just about half the
rats I do. He niver did have luck."
Jimmy's gay face clouded for an instant. The twinkle faded from
his eyes, and a look of unrest swept into them. He muttered
something, and catching up his bag, shoved in the rat. As he
reset the trap, a big crow dropped from branch to branch on a
sycamore above him, and his back scarcely was turned before it
alighted on the ice, and ravenously picked at three drops of
blood purpling there.
Away down the ice-sheeted river led Dannie's trail, showing
plainly across the snow blanket. The wind raved through the
trees, and around the curves of the river. The dark earth of the
banks peeping from under overhanging ice and snow, looked like
the entrance to deep mysterious caves. Jimmy's superstitious soul
readily peopled them with goblins and devils. He shuddered, and
began to talk aloud to cheer himself. "Elivin muskrat skins,
times fifteen cints apiece, one dollar sixty-five. That will buy
more than I can hold. Hagginy! Won't I be takin' one long fine
gurgle of the pure stuff! And there's the boys! I might do the
grand for once. One on me for the house! And I might pay
something on my back score, but first I'll drink till I swell
like a poisoned pup. And I ought to get Mary that milk pail she's
been kickin' for this last month. Women and cows are always
kickin'! If the blarsted cow hadn't kicked a hole in the pail,
there'd be no need of Mary kicking for a new one. But dough IS
dubious soldering. Mary says it's bad enough on the dish pan, but
it positively ain't hilthy about the milk pail, and she is right.
We ought to have a new pail. I guess I'll get it first, and fill
up on what's left. One for a quarter will do. And I've several
traps yet, I may get a few more rats."
The virtuousresolve to buy a milk pail before he quenched the
thirst which burned him, so elated Jimmy with good opinion of
himself that he began whistling gayly as he strode toward his
next trap. And by that token, Dannie Macnoun, resetting an empty
trap a quarter of a mile below, knew that Jimmy was coming, and
that as usual luck was with him. Catching his blood and water
dripping bag, Dannie dodged a rotten branch that came crashing
down under the weight of its icy load, and stepping out on the
river, he pulled on his patched wool-lined mittens as he waited
for Jimmy.
"How many, Dannie?" called Jimmy from afar.
"Seven," answered Dannie. "What for ye?"
"Elivin," replied Jimmy, with a bit of unconscious swagger. "I am
havin' poor luck to-day."
"How mony wad satisfy ye?" asked Dannie sarcastically.
"Ain't got time to figure that," answered Jimmy, working in a
double shuffle as he walked. "Thrash around a little, Dannie. It
will warm you up."
"I am no cauld," answered Dannie.
"No cauld!" imitated Jimmy. "No cauld! Come to observe you
closer, I do detect symptoms of sunstroke in the ridness of your
face, and the whiteness about your mouth; but the frost on your
neck scarf, and the icicles fistooned around the tail of your
coat, tell a different story.
"Dannie, you remind me of the baptizin' of Pete Cox last winter.
Pete's nothin' but skin and bone, and he niver had a square meal
in his life to warm him. It took pushin' and pullin' to get him
in the water, and a scum froze over while he was under. Pete came
up shakin' like the feeder on a thrashin' machine, and whin he
could spake at all, `Bless Jasus,' says he, `I'm jist as
wa-wa-warm as I wa-wa-want to be.' So are you, Dannie, but
there's a difference in how warm folks want to be. For meself,
now, I could aisily bear a little more hate."
"It's honest, I'm no cauld," insisted Dannie; and he might have
added that if Jimmy would not fill his system with Casey's
poisons, that degree of cold would not chill and pinch him
either. But being Dannie, he neither thought nor said it. `"Why,
I'm frozen to me sowl!" cried Jimmy, as he changed the rat bag to
his other hand, and beat the empty one against his leg." Say,
Dannie, where do you think the Kingfisher is wintering?"
"And the Black Bass," answered Dannie. "Where do ye suppose the
Black Bass is noo?"
"Strange you should mintion the Black Bass," said Jimmy. "I was
just havin' a little talk about him with a frind of mine named
Chickie-dom, no, Chickie-dee, who works a grub stake back there.
The Bass might be lyin' in the river bed right under our feet.
Don't you remimber the time whin I put on three big cut-worms,
and skittered thim beyond the log that lays across here, and he
lept from the water till we both saw him the best we ever did,
and nothin' but my old rotten line ever saved him? Or he might be
where it slumps off just below the Kingfisher stump. But I know
where he is all right. He's down in the Gar-hole, and he'll come
back here spawning time, and chase minnows when the Kingfisher
comes home. But, Dannie, where the nation do you suppose the
Kingfisher is?"
"No' so far away as ye might think," replied Dannie. "Doc Hues
told me that coming on the train frae Indianapolis on the
fifteenth of December, he saw one fly across a little pond juist
below Winchester. I believe they go south slowly, as the cold
drives them, and stop near as they can find guid fishing. Dinna
that stump look lonely wi'out him?"
"And sound lonely without the Bass slashing around! I am going to
have that Bass this summer if I don't do a thing but fish!" vowed
Jimmy.
"I'll surely have a try at him," answered Dannie, with a twinkle
in his gray eyes. "We've caught most everything else in the
Wabash, and our reputation fra taking guid fish is ahead of any
one on the river, except the Kingfisher. Why the Diel dinna one
of us haul out that Bass?"
"Ain't I just told you that I am going to hook him this summer?"
shivered Jimmy.
"Dinna ye hear me mention that I intended to take a try at him
mysel'?" questioned Dannie. "Have ye forgotten that I know how to
fish?"
"'Nough breeze to-day without starting a Highlander," interposed
Jimmy hastily. "I believe I hear a rat in my next trap. That will
make me twilve, and it's good and glad of it I am for I've to
walk to town when my line is reset. There's something Mary
wants."
"If Mary wants ye to go to town, why dinna ye leave me to finish
your traps, and start now?" asked Dannie. "It's getting dark, and
if ye are so late ye canna see the drifts, ye never can cut
across the fields; fra the snow is piled waist high, and it's a
mile farther by the road."
"I got to skin my rats first, or I'll be havin' to ask credit
again," replied Jimmy.
"That's easy," answered Dannie. "Turn your rats over to me richt
noo. I'll give ye market price fra them in cash."
"But the skinnin' of them," objected Jimmy for decency sake,
though his eyes were beginning to shine and his fingers to
tremble.
"Never ye mind about that," retorted Dannie. "I like to take my
time to it, and fix them up nice. Elivin, did ye say?"
"Elivin," answered Jimmy, breaking into a jig, supposedly to keep
his feet warm, in reality because he could not stand quietly
while Dannie pulled off his mittens, got out and unstrapped his
wallet, and carefully counted out the money. "Is that all ye
need?" he asked.
For an instant Jimmy hesitated. Missing a chance to get even a
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- unconscious [ʌn´kɔnʃəs] a.无意识的；不觉察的 (高中英语单词)
- detect [di´tekt] vt.发觉；侦察 (高中英语单词)
- workshop [´wə:kʃɔp] n.车间；工场；创作室 (英语四级单词)
- unusually [ʌn´ju:ʒuəli] ad.异常地；非常 (英语四级单词)
- hustle [´hʌsəl] v.猛挤；催促 n.乱堆 (英语四级单词)
- whiskey [´wiski] n.威士忌酒 =whisky (英语四级单词)
- unrest [ʌn´rest] n.不安；不稳；动乱 (英语四级单词)
- superstitious [,sju:pə´stiʃəs] a.迷信的 (英语四级单词)
- muskrat [´mʌskræt] n.麝鼠 (英语四级单词)
- apiece [ə´pi:s] ad.每个，每件，每人 (英语四级单词)
- virtuous [´və:tjuəs] a.道德的；善良的 (英语四级单词)
- shuffle [´ʃʌf(ə)l] v.洗(牌) n.搅乱 (英语四级单词)
- fishing [´fiʃiŋ] n.钓鱼；捕鱼；渔业 (英语四级单词)
- reputation [repju´teiʃən] n.名誉；名声；信誉 (英语四级单词)
- earnings [´ə:niŋz] n.收益；报酬；获得 (英语六级单词)
- auburn [´ɔ:bən] n.&a.赭色(的) (英语六级单词)
- sucker [´sʌkə] n.乳儿；吸管；吸吮者 (英语六级单词)
- horseshoe [´hɔ:s,ʃu] n.马蹄铁；马蹄铁形 (英语六级单词)
- feeder [´fi:də] n.饲养员；食客 (英语六级单词)
- taking [´teikiŋ] a.迷人的 n.捕获物 (英语六级单词)
- decency [´di:sənsi] n.正派；体面 (英语六级单词)
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