the half-brothers-第2节
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all in a breath; glad and proud that a son was born to him; and sorry
for his poor wife's state; and to think how his angry words had
brought it on。 But he was a man who liked better to be angry than
sorry; so he soon found out that it was all Gregory's fault; and owed
him an additional grudge for having hastened my birth。 He had
another grudge against him before long。 My mother began to sink the
day after I was born。 My father sent to Carlisle for doctors; and
would have coined his heart's blood into gold to save her; if that
could have been; but it could not。 My aunt Fanny used to say
sometimes; that she thought that Helen did not wish to live; and so
just let herself die away without trying to take hold on life; but
when I questioned her; she owned that my mother did all the doctors
bade her do; with the same sort of uncomplaining patience with which
she had acted through life。 One of her last requests was to have
Gregory laid in her bed by my side; and then she made him take hold
of my little hand。 Her husband came in while she was looking at us
so; and when he bent tenderly over her to ask her how she felt now;
and seemed to gaze on us two little half…brothers; with a grave sort
of kindness; she looked up in his face and smiled; almost her first
smile at him; and such a sweet smile! as more besides aunt Fanny have
said。 In an hour she was dead。 Aunt Fanny came to live with us。 It
was the best thing that could be done。 My father would have been
glad to return to his old mode of bachelor life; but what could he do
with two little children? He needed a woman to take care of him; and
who so fitting as his wife's elder sister? So she had the charge of
me from my birth; and for a time I was weakly; as was but natural;
and she was always beside me; night and day watching over me; and my
father nearly as anxious as she。 For his land had come down from
father to son for more than three hundred years; and he would have
cared for me merely as his flesh and blood that was to inherit the
land after him。 But he needed something to love; for all that; to
most people; he was a stern; hard man; and he took to me as; I fancy;
he had taken to no human being beforeas he might have taken to my
mother; if she had had no former life for him to be jealous of。 I
loved him back again right heartily。 I loved all around me; I
believe; for everybody was kind to me。 After a time; I overcame my
original weakness of constitution; and was just a bonny; strong…
looking lad whom every passer…by noticed; when my father took me with
him to the nearest town。
At home I was the darling of my aunt; the tenderly…beloved of my
father; the pet and plaything of the old domestics; the 〃young
master〃 of the farm…labourers; before whom I played many a lordly
antic; assuming a sort of authority which sat oddly enough; I doubt
not; on such a baby as I was。
Gregory was three years older than I。 Aunt Fanny was always kind to
him in deed and in action; but she did not often think about him; she
had fallen so completely into the habit of being engrossed by me;
from the fact of my having come into her charge as a delicate baby。
My father never got over his grudging dislike to his stepson; who had
so innocently wrestled with him for the possession of my mother's
heart。 I mistrust me; too; that my father always considered him as
the cause of my mother's death and my early delicacy; and utterly
unreasonable as this may seem; I believe my father rather cherished
his feeling of alienation to my brother as a duty; than strove to
repress it。 Yet not for the world would my father have grudged him
anything that money could purchase。 That was; as it were; in the
bond when he had wedded my mother。 Gregory was lumpish and loutish;
awkward and ungainly; marring whatever he meddled in; and many a hard
word and sharp scolding did he get from the people about the farm;
who hardly waited till my father's back was turned before they rated
the stepson。 I am ashamedmy heart is sore to think how I fell into
the fashion of the family; and slighted my poor orphan step…brother。
I don't think I ever scouted him; or was wilfully ill…natured to him;
but the habit of being considered in all things; and being treated as
something uncommon and superior; made me insolent in my prosperity;
and I exacted more than Gregory was always willing to grant; and
then; irritated; I sometimes repeated the disparaging words I had
heard others use with regard to him; without fully understanding
their meaning。 Whether he did or not I cannot tell。 I am afraid he
did。 He used to turn silent and quietsullen and sulky; my father
thought it: stupid; aunt Fanny used to call it。 But every one said
he was stupid and dull; and this stupidity and dullness grew upon
him。 He would sit without speaking a word; sometimes; for hours;
then my father would bid him rise and do some piece of work; maybe;
about the farm。 And he would take three or four tellings before he
would go。 When we were sent to school; it was all the same。 He
could never be made to remember his lessons; the school…master grew
weary of scolding and flogging; and at last advised my father just to
take him away; and set him to some farm…work that might not be above
his comprehension。 I think he was more gloomy and stupid than ever
after this; yet he was not a cross lad; he was patient and good…
natured; and would try to do a kind turn for any one; even if they
had been scolding or cuffing him not a minute before。 But very often
his attempts at kindness ended in some mischief to the very people he
was trying to serve; owing to his awkward; ungainly ways。 I suppose
I was a clever lad; at any rate; I always got plenty of praise; and
was; as we called it; the cock of the school。 The schoolmaster said
I could learn anything I chose; but my father; who had no great
learning himself; saw little use in much for me; and took me away
betimes; and kept me with him about the farm。 Gregory was made into
a kind of shepherd; receiving his training under old Adam; who was
nearly past his work。 I think old Adam was almost the first person
who had a good opinion of Gregory。 He stood to it that my brother
had good parts; though he did not rightly know how to bring them out;
and; for knowing the bearings of the Fells; he said he had never seen
a lad like him。 My father would try to bring Adam round to speak of
Gregory's faults and shortcomings; but; instead of that; he would
praise him twice as much; as soon as he found out what was my
father's object。
One winter…time; when I was about sixteen; and Gregory nineteen; I
was sent by my father on an errand to a place about seven miles
distant by the road; but only about four by the Fells。 He bade me
return by the road; whichever way I took in going; for the evenings
closed in early; and were often thick and misty; besides which; old
Adam; now paralytic and bedridden; foretold a downfall of snow before
long。 I soon got to my journey's end; and soon had done my business;
earlier by an hour; I thought; than my father had expected; so I took
the decision of the way by which I would return into my own hands;
and set off back again over the Fells; just as the first shades of
evening began to fall。 It looked dark and gloomy enough; but
everything was so still that I thought I should have plenty of time
to get home before the snow came down。 Off I set at a pretty quick
pace。 But night came on quicker。 The right path was clear enough in
the day…time; although at several points two or three exactly similar
diverged from the same place; but when there was a good light; the
traveller was guided by the sight of distant objects;a piece of
rock;a fall in the groundwhich were quite invisible to me now。 I
plucked up a brave heart; however; and took what seemed to me the
right road。 It was wrong; nevertheless; and led me whither I knew
not; but to some wild boggy moor where the solitude seemed painful;
intense; as if never footfall of man had come thither to break the
silence。 I tried to shoutwith the dimmest possible hope of being
heardrather to reassure myself by the sound of my own voice; but my
voice came husky and short; and yet it dismayed me; it seemed so
weird and strange; in that noiseless expanse of black darkness。
Suddenly the air was filled thick with dusky flakes; my face and
hands were wet with snow。 It cut me off from the slightest knowledge
of where I was; for I lost every idea of the direction from which I
had come; so that I could not even retrace my steps; it hemmed me in;
thicker; thicker; with a darkness that might be felt。 The boggy soil
on which I stood quaked under me if I remained long in one place; and
yet I dared not move far。 All my youthful hardiness seemed to leave
me at once。 I was on the point of crying; and only very shame seemed
to keep it down。 To save myself from shedding tears;