green mansions-第9节
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this trifle with covetous eyesthe covetous way in which they all looked at it had given it a fictitious value in my ownI tried to bribe him with the offer of it to accompany me to my favourite haunt。 The brave young hunter refused again and again； but on each occasion he offered to perform some other service or to give me something in exchange for the box。 At last I told him that I would give it to the first person who should accompany me； and fearing that someone would be found valiant enough to win the prize； he at length plucked up a spirit； and on the next day； seeing me going out for a walk； he all at once offered to go with me。 He cunningly tried to get the box before startinghis cunning； poor youth； was not very deep！ I told him that the forest we were about to visit abounded with plants and birds unlike any I had seen elsewhere； that I wished to learn their names and everything about them； and that when I had got the required information the box would be hisnot sooner。 Finally we started； he； as usual； armed with his zabatana； with which； I imagined； he would procure more game than usually fell to his little poisoned arrows。 When we reached the wood I could see that he was ill at ease： nothing would persuade him to go into the deeper parts； and even where it was very open and light he was constantly gazing into bushes and shadowy places； as if expecting to see some frightful creature lying in wait for him。 This behaviour might have had a disquieting effect on me had I not been thoroughly convinced that his fears were purely superstitious and that there could be no dangerous animal in a spot I was accustomed to walk in every day。 My plan was to ramble about with an unconcerned air； occasionally pointing out an uncommon tree or shrub or vine； or calling his attention to a distant bird…cry and asking the bird's name； in the hope that the mysterious voice would make itself heard and that he would be able to give me some explanation of it。 But for upwards of two hours we moved about； hearing nothing except the usual bird voices； and during all that time he never stirred a yard from my side nor made an attempt to capture anything。 At length we sat down under a tree； in an open spot close to the border of the wood。 He sat down very reluctantly； and seemed more troubled in his mind than ever； keeping his eyes continually roving about； while he listened intently to every sound。 The sounds were not few； owing to the abundance of animal and especially of bird life in this favoured spot。 I began to question my companion as to some of the cries we heard。 There were notes and cries familiar to me as the crowing of the cockparrot screams and yelping of toucans； the distant wailing calls of maam and duraquara； and shrill laughter…like notes of the large tree…climber as it passed from tree to tree； the quick whistle of cotingas； and strange throbbing and thrilling sounds； as of pygmies beating on metallic drums； of the skulking pitta…thrushes； and with these mingled other notes less well known。 One came from the treetops； where it was perpetually wandering amid the foliage a low note； repeated at intervals of a few seconds； so thin and mournful and full of mystery that I half expected to hear that it proceeded from the restless ghost of some dead bird。 But no； he only said it was uttered by a 〃little bird〃too little presumably to have a name。 From the foliage of a neighbouring tree came a few tinkling chirps； as of a small mandolin； two or three strings of which had been carelessly struck by the player。 He said that it came from a small green frog that lived in trees； and in this way my rude Indianvexed perhaps at being asked such trivial questionsbrushed away the pretty fantasies my mind had woven in the woodland solitude。 For I often listened to this tinkling music； and it had suggested the idea that the place was frequented by a tribe of fairy…like troubadour monkeys； and that if I could only be quick…sighted enough I might one day be able to detect the minstrel sitting； in a green tunic perhaps； cross…legged on some high； swaying bough； carelessly touching his mandolin； suspended from his neck by a yellow ribbon。
By and by a bird came with low； swift flight； its great tail spread open fan…wise； and perched itself on an exposed bough not thirty yards from us。 It was all of a chestnut…red colour； long…bodied； in size like a big pigeon。 Its actions showed that its curiosity had been greatly excited； for it jerked from side to side； eyeing us first with one eye； then the other； while its long tail rose and fell in a measured way。
〃Look； Kua…ko；〃 I said in a whisper； 〃there is a bird for you to kill。〃
But he only shook his head； still watchful。
〃Give me the blow…pipe； then；〃 I said； with a laugh； putting out my hand to take it。 But he refused to let me take it； knowing that it would only be an arrow wasted if I attempted to shoot anything。
As I persisted in telling him to kill the bird； he at last bent his lips near me and said in a half…whisper； as if fearful of being overheard： 〃I can kill nothing here。 If I shot at the bird； the daughter of the Didi would catch the dart in her hand and throw it back and hit me here；〃 touching his breast just over his heart。
I laughed again； saying to myself； with some amusement； that Kua…ko was not such a bad companion after allthat he was not without imagination。 But in spite of my laughter his words roused my interest and suggested the idea that the voice I was curious about had been heard by the Indians and was as great a mystery to them as to me； since； not being like that of any creature known to them； it would be attributed by their superstitious minds to one of the numerous demons or semi…human monsters inhabiting every forest； stream； and mountain； and fear of it would drive them from the wood。 In this case； judging from my companion's words； they had varied the form of the superstition somewhat； inventing a daughter of a water…spirit to be afraid of。 My thought was that if their keen； practiced eyes had never been able to see this flitting woodland creature with a musical soul； it was not likely that I would succeed in my quest。
I began to question him； but he now appeared less inclined to talk and more frightened than ever； and each time I attempted to speak he imposed silence； with a quick gesture of alarm； while he continued to stare about him with dilated eyes。 All at once he sprang to his feet as if overcome with terror and started running at full speed。 His fear infected me； and； springing up； I followed as fast as I could； but he was far ahead of me； running for dear life； and before I had gone forty yards my feet were caught in a creeper trailing along the surface； and I measured my length on the ground。 The sudden； violent shock almost took away my senses for a moment； but when I jumped up and stared round to see no unspeakable monsterCurupita or otherrushing on to slay and devour me there and then； I began to feel ashamed of my cowardice； and in the end I turned and walked back to the spot I had just quitted and sat down once more。 I even tried to hum a tune； just to prove to myself that I had completely recovered from the panic caught from the miserable Indian； but it is never possible in such cases to get back one's serenity immediately； and a vague suspicion continued to trouble me for a time。 After sitting there for half an hour or so； listening to distant bird…sounds； I began to recover my old confidence； and even to feel inclined to penetrate further into the wood。 All at once； making me almost jump； so sudden it was； so much nearer and louder than I had ever heard it before； the mysterious melody began。 Unmistakably it was uttered by the same being heard on former occasions； but today it was different in character。 The utterance was far more rapid； with fewer silent intervals； and it had none of the usual tenderness in it； nor ever once sunk to that low； whisper…like talking which had seemed to me as if the spirit of the wind had breathed its low sighs in syllables and speech。 Now it was not only loud； rapid； and continuous； but； while still musical； there was an incisiveness in it； a sharp ring as of resentment； which made it strike painfully on the sense。
The impression of an intelligent unhuman being addressing me in anger took so firm a hold on my mind that the old fear returned； and； rising； I began to walk rapidly away； intending to escape from the wood。 The voice continued violently rating me； as it seemed to my mind； moving with me； which caused me to accelerate my steps； and very soon I would have broken into a run； when its character began to change again。 There were pauses now； intervals of silence； long or short； and after each one the voice came to my ear with a more subdued and dulcet soundmore of that melting； flute…like quality it had possessed at other times； and this softness of tone； coupled with the talking…like form of utterance； gave me the idea of a being no longer incensed； addressing me now in a peaceable spirit； reasoning away my unworthy tremors； and imploring me to remain with it in the wood。 Strange as this voice without a body was； and always productive of a slightly uncomfortable feeling on accoun
