creatures that once were men-第36节
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its strength; and that I resented。 Death is inevitable。 But
that impartial law; reducing all to the same commonplace level;
seems to need something beautiful to compensate for its
coarseness and cruelty。 If I were asked to choose between a
death by burning; or being suffocated in a dirty bog; I should
choose the former; it is any way; a more seemly death。
〃Let us rig up a sail;〃 exclaimed Shakro。
〃Where am I to find one?〃
〃Use my overcoat。〃
〃Chuck it over to me then; but mind you don't drop the rudder
into the water!〃
Shakro quietly threw it to me。 〃Here! Catch hold!〃
Crawling along the bottom of the boat; I succeeded in pulling
up another board; one end of which I fixed into one of the
sleeves of the coat。 I then fixed the board against the seat;
and held it there with my feet。 I was just going to take hold
of the other sleeve; when an unexpected thing happened。 The
boat was tossed suddenly upward; and then overturned。 I felt
myself in the water; holding the overcoat in one hand; and a
rope; that was fastened to the boat; in the other hand。 The
waves swirled noisily over my head; and I swallowed a mouthful
of bitter salt water。 My nose; my mouth; and my ears; were
full of it。
With all my might I clutched the rope; as the waves threw me
backward and forward。 Several times I sank; each time; as I
rose again; bumping my head against the sides of the boat。
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At last I succeeded in throwing the coat over the bottom of
the boat; and tried to clamber on it myself。 After a dozen
efforts I scrambled up and I sat astride it。 Then I caught
sight of Shakro in the water on the opposite side of the boat;
holding with both hands to the same rope of which I had just
let go。 The boat was apparently encircled by a rope; threaded
through iron rings; driven into the outer planks。
〃Alive!〃 I shouted。
At that moment Shakro was flung high into the air; and he; too;
got on to the boat。 I clutched him; and there we remained
sitting face to face; astride on the capsized boat! I sat on
it as though it were a horse; making use of the rope as if it
had been stirrups; but our position there was anything but safe
a wave might easily have knocked us out of our saddle。
Shakro held tightly by my knees; and dropped his head on my
breast。 He shivered; and I could hear his teeth chattering。
Something had to be done。 The bottom of the upturned boat was
slippery; as though it had been greased with butter。 I told
Shakro to get into the water again; and hold by the ropes on
one side of the boat; while I would do the same on the other
side。
By way of reply; Shakro began to butt his head violently
against my chest。 The waves swept; in their wild dance; every
now and then over us。 We could hardly bold our seats; the rope
was cutting my leg desperately。 As far as one could see there
was nothing but immense waves; rising mountains high; only to
disappear again noisily。
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I repeated my advice to Shakro in a tone of command。 He fell
to butting me more violently than ever。 There was no time to
be lost。 Slowly and with difficulty I tore his hands from me;
and began to push him into the water; trying to make his hands
take hold of the rope。 Then something happened that dismayed
me more than anything in that terrible night。
〃Are you drowning me?〃 he muttered; gazing at me。
This was really horrible! The question itself was a dreadful
one; but the tone in which it was uttered more so。 In it
there was a timid submission to fate; and an entreaty for
mercy; and the last sigh of one who had lost all hope of
escaping from a frightful death。 But more terrible still were
the eyes that stared at me out of the wet; livid; death…like
face。
〃Hold on tighter!〃 I shouted to him; at the same time getting
into the water myself; and taking hold of the rope。 As I did
so; I struck my foot against something; and for a moment I
could not think for the pain。 Then I understood。 Suddenly a
burning thought flashed through my mind。 I felt delirious and
stronger than ever。
〃Land!〃 I shouted。
Great explorers may have shouted the word with more feeling on
discovering new lands; but I doubt if any can have shouted
more loudly。 Shakro howled with delight; and we both rushed
on in the water。 But soon we both lost heart; for we were up
to our chests in the waves; and still there seemed no sign of
dry land。 The waves were neither so strong nor so high; but
they rolled slowly over our heads。 Fortunately I had not let
go of the boat; but still held on by the rope; which had
already helped us when struggling in the water。
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Shakro and I moved carefully forward; towing the boat; which
we had now righted; behind us。
Shakro was muttering and laughing。 I glanced anxiously around。
It was still dark。 Behind us; and to our right; the roaring
of the waves seemed to be increasing; whereas to our left and
in front of us it was evidently growing less。 We moved toward
the left。 The bottom was hard and sandy; but full of holes;
sometimes we could not touch the bottom; and we had to take
hold of the boat with one hand; while with the other hand; and
our legs; we propelled it forward。 At times again the water
was no higher than our knees。 When we came to the deep places
Shakro howled; and I trembled with fear。 Suddenly we saw
ahead of us a lightwe were safe!
Shakro shouted with all his might; but I could not forget that
the boat was not ours; and promptly reminded him of the fact。
He was silent; but a few minutes later I heard him sobbing。 I
could not quiet himit was hopeless。 But the water was
gradually growing shallower; it reached our knees; then our
ankles; and at last we felt dry land! We had dragged the boat
so far; but our strength failed us; and we left it。 A black
log of wood lay across our path; we jumped over it; and stepped
with our bare feet on to some prickly grass。 It seemed unkind
of the land to give us such a cruel welcome; but we did not
heed it; and ran toward the fire。 It was about a mile away;
but it shone cheerily through the hovering gloom of the night;
and seemed to smile a welcome to us。
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CHAPTER VII。
Three enormous shaggy dogs leaped up out of the darkness and
ran toward us。 Shakro; who had been sobbing all the way; now
shrieked; and threw himself on the ground。 I flung the wet
overcoat at the dogs; and stooped down to find a stick or a
stone。 I could feel nothing but coarse; prickly grass; which
hurt my hands。 The dogs continued their attack。 I put my
fingers into my mouth; and whistled as loud as I could。 They
rushed back; and at the same time we heard the sound of
approaching steps and voices。
A few minutes later; and we were comfortably seated around a
fire in the company of four shepherds; dressed in 〃touloups〃
or long sheepskin overcoats。
They scrutinized us keenly and rather suspiciously; and
remained silent all the time I was telling them our story。
Two of the shepherds were seated on the ground; smoking; and
puffing from their mouths clouds of smoke。 The third was a
tall man with a thick black beard; wearing a high fur cap。
He stood behind us; leaning on a huge knotted stick。 The
fourth man was younger; and fair haired; he was helping the
sobbing Shakro to get off his wet clothes。 An enormous stick;
the size of which alone inspired fear; lay beside each of the
seated shepherds。
Ten yards away from us all the steppe seemed covered with
something gray and undulating; which had the appearance of
snow in spring time; just when it is beginning to thaw。
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It was only after a close inspection that one could discern
that this gray waving mass was composed of many thousands of
sheep; huddled closely together; asleep; forming in the dark
night one compact mass。 Sometimes they bleated piteously and
timidly。
I dried the overcoat by the fire; and told the shepherds all
our story truthfully; even describing the way in which we
became possessed of the boat。
〃Where is that boat now?〃 inquired the severe…looking elder
man; who kept his eyes fixed on me。
I told him。
〃Go; Michael; and look for it。〃
Michael; the shepherd with the black beard; went off with his
stick over his shoulder; toward the sea…shore。
The overcoat was dry。 Shakro was about to put it on his naked
body; when the old man said: 〃Go and have a run first to warm
yourself。 Run quickly around the fire。 Come!〃
At first; Shakro did not understand。 Then suddenly he rose
from his place; and