hemingway, ernest - islands in the stream-第42节
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he floor； touched the capsule。 It was dusty and cobwebby under his fingers。 Goats had found it。
¨You found the medicine；〃 he had told Goats。 ¨You wonder cat。〃 After he had washed off the capsule in the palm of his hand with some water from the carafe by the bed and then swallowed it with a drink of water he lay； feeling it take hold slowly； and praised Goats； and the big cat purred at the praise and always afterwards medicine was a magic word to him。
At sea he used to think about Goats as well as Boise。 But there was nothing tragic about Goats。 Although he had been through some truly bad times he was absolutely entire and； even when he had been beaten in some of his most terrible fights； he was never pitiful。 Even when he had not been able to walk up to the house and lay under the mango tree below the terrace panting and soaked wet with sweat so you saw how big his shoulders were and how narrow and thin his flanks； lying there； too dead to move； trying to get the air into his lungs； he was never pitiful。 He had the wide head of a lion and he was as unbeaten。 Goats was fond of the man； and Thomas Hudson was fond of him and respected and loved him。 But there was no question of Goats being in love with him or he in love with Goats as there had come to be with Boise。
Boise had simply become worse and worse。 The night he and Goats had found Boise up in the aguacate tree； Boy had stayed out late and not come in when the man had gone to bed。 He was sleeping in the big bed then in the bedroom at the far end of the house where there were big windows on all three sides of the room and the breeze blew through at night。 When he woke he listened to the noises of the night birds and he was awake and listening when he heard Boise leap up onto the window ledge。 Boise was a very silent cat。 But he called to the man as soon as he was on the window ledge and Thomas Hudson went to the screen and opened it。 Boise leaped in。 He had two fruit rats in his mouth。
In the moonlight that came in through the window； throwing the shadow of the trunk of the ceiba tree across the wide； white bed； Boise had played with the fruit rats。 Leaping and turning； batting them along the floor； and then carrying one away to crouch and rush the other； he had played as wildly as when he was a kitten。 Then he had carried them into the bathroom and after that Thomas Hudson had felt his weight as he jumped up on the bed。
¨So you werenˇt eating mangoes out of trees？〃 the man had asked him。 Boise rubbed his head against him。
¨So you were hunting and looking after the property？ My old cat and Brother Boise。 Arenˇt you going to eat them now you have them？〃
Boise had only rubbed his head against the man and purred with his silent purr and then； because he was tired from the hunt； he had gone to sleep。 But he had slept restlessly and in the morning he had shown no interest in the dead fruit rats at all。
Now it was getting daylight and Thomas Hudson； who had not been able to sleep； watched the light come and the gray trunks of the royal palms show in the gray of the first light。 First he saw only the trunks and the outline of their tops。 Then； as the light was stronger； he could see the tops of the palms blowing in the gale and then； as the sun began to come up behind the hills； the palm trunks were whitish gray and their blowing branches a bright green and the grass of the hills was brown from the whiter drought and the limestone tops of the far hills made them look as though they were crested with snow。
He got up from the floor and put on moccasins and an old mackinaw coat and； leaving Boise sleeping curled up on the blanket； walked through the living room into the dining room and out through it to the kitchen。 The kitchen was in the north end of one wing of the house and the wind was wild outside； blowing the bare branches of the flamboy？n tree against the walls and the windows。 There was nothing to eat in the icebox and the screened…in kitchen safe was empty of everything but condiments； a can of American coffee； a tin of Liptonˇs tea； and a tin of peanut oil for cooking。 The Chinaman； who cooked； bought each dayˇs supply of food in the market。 They were not expecting Thomas Hudson back and the Chinaman had undoubtedly gone to the market already to buy the dayˇs food for the servants。 When one of the boys comes； Thomas Hudson thought； Iˇll send him into town for some fruit and eggs。
He boiled some water and made himself a pot of tea and took it and a cup and saucer back to the living room。 The sun was up now and the room was bright and he sat in the big chair and drank the hot tea and looked at the pictures on the walls in the fresh； bright whiter sunlight。 Maybe I ought to change some of them； he thought。 The best ones are in my bedroom and Iˇm never in my bedroom any more。
From the big chair； the living room looked huge after being on the boat。 He did not know how long the room was。 He had known； when he had ordered the matting； but he had forgotten。 However long it was； it seemed three times as long this morning。 That was one of the things about being fresh ashore； that and that there was nothing in the icebox。 The motion of the boat in the big confused sea the northwester had built up； blowing a gale across the heavy current； was all gone now。 It was as far away from him now as the sea itself was。 He could see the sea； looking through the open doors of the white room and out of the windows across the tree clumped hills cut by the highway； the farther bare hills that were the old fortifications of the town； the harbor； and the white of the town beyond。 But the sea was only the blue beyond the far white spread of the town。 It was as distant now as all things that were past and he meant to keep it that way； now that the motion was gone； until it was time to go out onto it again。
The Krauts can have it for the next four days； he thought。 I wonder if the fish hang close under them and play around them when they are submerged in weather like this。 I wonder how far down the motion goes。 There are fish in these waters at any depth that they submerge to。 The fish are probably very interested。 Some of the submarine bottoms must be pretty foul and the fish would certainly fool around them。 They are probably not foul much though on the schedules they run。 The fish would be around them anyway。 He thought a moment of the sea and how it would really be offshore today with the hills of blue water with the white blowing from their crests and then he put it away from him。
The cat； asleep on the blanket； woke as the man reached over and stroked him。 He yawned and stretched his front legs； then curled up again。
¨I never had a girl that waked when I did；〃 the man said。 ¨And now I havenˇt even got a cat that does。 Go on and sleep； Boy。 Itˇs a damned lie； anyway。 I had a girl that woke when I did and even woke before I did。 You never knew her； youˇve never known a woman that was any damn good。 You had bad luck； Boise。 The hell with it。
¨You know what？ We ought to have a good woman； Boy。 We could both be in love with her。 If you could support her you could have her。 Iˇve never seen one that could live on fruit rats very long； though。〃
The tea had dulled his hunger for a moment but now he was very hungry again。 At sea he would have eaten a big breakfast an hour ago and probably had a mug of tea an hour before that。 It had been too rough to cook on the run in and he had eaten a couple of corned beef sandwiches with thick slices of raw onion on them on the flying bridge。 But he was very hungry now and he was irritated that there was nothing in the kitchen。 I must buy some canned stuff and keep it here for coming in； he thought。 But Iˇll have to get a cupboard with a lock to be sure they do not use it up and I hate to lock up food in a house。
Finally he poured himself a Scotch whisky and water and sat in the chair and read the accumulated daily papers and felt the drink soothe the hunger and ease the nervousness of being home。 You can drink today if you want； he told himself。 Once youˇve checked in。 If itˇs this cold； there wonˇt be many people at the Floridita。 It will be good to be there again； though。 He did not know whether to eat there or up at the Pacifico。 It will be cold at the Pacifico； too； he thought。 But Iˇll have a sweater and a coat and there is a table in the lee of the wall by the bar that will be out of the wind。
¨I wish you liked to travel； Boy；〃 he told the cat。 ¨We could have a fine day in town。〃
Boise did not like to travel。 He was terrified that it meant being taken to the vetˇs。 He was still frightened of the veterinary surgeons。 Goats would have made a good car cat； he thought。 Probably would have been a hell of a boat cat； too； except for the spraying。 I ought to let them all out。 I wish I could have brought them some sort of a present。 Iˇll get catnip in town if there is any and get Goats and Willy and Boy drunk tonight on it。 There still should be some catnip in the shelf of drawers of the cat room if it hasnˇt gotten too dry and lost its force。 It lost its force very quickly in the tropics and the catnip that you raised in the garden had no force at all。 I wish we noncats had something tha
