第 2 节
作者:做男人挺好的      更新:2021-02-20 15:18      字数:9322
  reality he was penetrating deeper and deeper into the mysterious
  heart of the unexplored island。  That night; crawling in among the
  twisted roots of a banyan tree; he had slept from exhaustion while
  the mosquitoes had had their will of him。
  Followed days and nights that were vague as nightmares in his
  memory。  One clear vision he remembered was of suddenly finding
  himself in the midst of a bush village and watching the old men and
  children fleeing into the jungle。  All had fled but one。  From
  close at hand and above him; a whimpering as of some animal in pain
  and terror had startled him。  And looking up he had seen her … a
  girl; or young woman rather; suspended by one arm in the cooking
  sun。  Perhaps for days she had so hung。  Her swollen; protruding
  tongue spoke as much。  Still alive; she gazed at him with eyes of
  terror。  Past help; he decided; as he noted the swellings of her
  legs which advertised that the joints had been crushed and the
  great bones broken。  He resolved to shoot her; and there the vision
  terminated。  He could not remember whether he had or not; any more
  than could he remember how he chanced to be in that village; or how
  he succeeded in getting away from it。
  Many pictures; unrelated; came and went in Bassett's mind as he
  reviewed that period of his terrible wanderings。  He remembered
  invading another village of a dozen houses and driving all before
  him with his shot…gun save; for one old man; too feeble to flee;
  who spat at him and whined and snarled as he dug open a ground…oven
  and from amid the hot stones dragged forth a roasted pig that
  steamed its essence deliciously through its green…leaf wrappings。
  It was at this place that a wantonness of savagery had seized upon
  him。  Having feasted; ready to depart with a hind…quarter of the
  pig in his hand; he deliberately fired the grass thatch of a house
  with his burning glass。
  But seared deepest of all in Bassett's brain; was the dank and
  noisome jungle。  It actually stank with evil; and it was always
  twilight。  Rarely did a shaft of sunlight penetrate its matted roof
  a hundred feet overhead。  And beneath that roof was an aerial ooze
  of vegetation; a monstrous; parasitic dripping of decadent life…
  forms that rooted in death and lived on death。  And through all
  this he drifted; ever pursued by the flitting shadows of the
  anthropophagi; themselves ghosts of evil that dared not face him in
  battle but that knew that; soon or late; they would feed on him。
  Bassett remembered that at the time; in lucid moments; he had
  likened himself to a wounded bull pursued by plains' coyotes too
  cowardly to battle with him for the meat of him; yet certain of the
  inevitable end of him when they would be full gorged。  As the
  bull's horns and stamping hoofs kept off the coyotes; so his shot…
  gun kept off these Solomon Islanders; these twilight shades of
  bushmen of the island of Guadalcanal。
  Came the day of the grass lands。  Abruptly; as if cloven by the
  sword of God in the hand of God; the jungle terminated。  The edge
  of it; perpendicular and as black as the infamy of it; was a
  hundred feet up and down。  And; beginning at the edge of it; grew
  the grass … sweet; soft; tender; pasture grass that would have
  delighted the eyes and beasts of any husbandman and that extended;
  on and on; for leagues and leagues of velvet verdure; to the
  backbone of the great island; the towering mountain range flung up
  by some ancient earth…cataclysm; serrated and gullied but not yet
  erased by the erosive tropic rains。  But the grass!  He had crawled
  into it a dozen yards; buried his face in it; smelled it; and
  broken down in a fit of involuntary weeping。
  And; while he wept; the wonderful sound had pealed forth … if by
  PEAL; he had often thought since; an adequate description could be
  given of the enunciation of so vast a sound melting sweet。  Sweet
  it was; as no sound ever heard。  Vast it was; of so mighty a
  resonance that it might have proceeded from some brazen…throated
  monster。  And yet it called to him across that leagues…wide
  savannah; and was like a benediction to his long…suffering; pain
  racked spirit。
  He remembered how he lay there in the grass; wet…cheeked but no
  longer sobbing; listening to the sound and wondering that he had
  been able to hear it on the beach of Ringmanu。  Some freak of air
  pressures and air currents; he reflected; had made it possible for
  the sound to carry so far。  Such conditions might not happen again
  in a thousand days or ten thousand days; but the one day it had
  happened had been the day he landed from the NARI for several
  hours' collecting。  Especially had he been in quest of the famed
  jungle butterfly; a foot across from wing…tip to wing…tip; as
  velvet…dusky of lack of colour as was the gloom of the roof; of
  such lofty arboreal habits that it resorted only to the jungle roof
  and could be brought down only by a dose of shot。  It was for this
  purpose that Sagawa had carried the ten…gauge shot…gun。
  Two days and nights he had spent crawling across that belt of grass
  land。  He had suffered much; but pursuit had ceased at the jungle…
  edge。  And he would have died of thirst had not a heavy
  thunderstorm revived him on the second day。
  And then had come Balatta。  In the first shade; where the savannah
  yielded to the dense mountain jungle; he had collapsed to die。  At
  first she had squealed with delight at sight of his helplessness;
  and was for beating his brain out with a stout forest branch。
  Perhaps it was his very utter helplessness that had appealed to
  her; and perhaps it was her human curiosity that made her refrain。
  At any rate; she had refrained; for he opened his eyes again under
  the impending blow; and saw her studying him intently。  What
  especially struck her about him were his blue eyes and white skin。
  Coolly she had squatted on her hams; spat on his arm; and with her
  finger…tips scrubbed away the dirt of days and nights of muck and
  jungle that sullied the pristine whiteness of his skin。
  And everything about her had struck him especially; although there
  was nothing conventional about her at all。  He laughed weakly at
  the recollection; for she had been as innocent of garb as Eve
  before the fig…leaf adventure。  Squat and lean at the same time;
  asymmetrically limbed; string…muscled as if with lengths of
  cordage; dirt…caked from infancy save for casual showers; she was
  as unbeautiful a prototype of woman as he; with a scientist's eye;
  had ever gazed upon。  Her breasts advertised at the one time her
  maturity and youth; and; if by nothing else; her sex was advertised
  by the one article of finery with which she was adorned; namely a
  pig's tail; thrust though a hole in her left ear…lobe。  So lately
  had the tail been severed; that its raw end still oozed blood that
  dried upon her shoulder like so much candle…droppings。  And her
  face!  A twisted and wizened complex of apish features; perforated
  by upturned; sky…open; Mongolian nostrils; by a mouth that sagged
  from a huge upper…lip and faded precipitately into a retreating
  chin; by peering querulous eyes that blinked as blink the eyes of
  denizens of monkey…cages。
  Not even the water she brought him in a forest…leaf; and the
  ancient and half…putrid chunk of roast pig; could redeem in the
  slightest the grotesque hideousness of her。  When he had eaten
  weakly for a space; he closed his eyes in order not to see her;
  although again and again she poked them open to peer at the blue of
  them。  Then had come the sound。  Nearer; much nearer; he knew it to
  be; and he knew equally well; despite the weary way he had come;
  that it was still many hours distant。  The effect of it on her had
  been startling。  She cringed under it; with averted face; moaning
  and chattering with fear。  But after it had lived its full life of
  an hour; he closed his eyes and fell asleep with Balatta brushing
  the flies from him。
  When he awoke it was night; and she was gone。  But he was aware of
  renewed strength; and; by then too thoroughly inoculated by the
  mosquito poison to suffer further inflammation; he closed his eyes
  and slept an unbroken stretch till sun…up。  A little later Balatta
  had returned; bringing with her a half…dozen women who; unbeautiful
  as they were; were patently not so unbeautiful as she。  She
  evidenced by her conduct that she considered him her find; her
  property; and the pride she took in showing him off would have been
  ludicrous had his situation not been so desperate。
  Later; after what had been to him a terrible journey of miles; when
  he collapsed in front of the devil…devil house in the shadow of the
  breadfruit tree; she had shown very lively ideas on the matter of
  retaining possession of him。  Ngurn; whom Bassett was to know
  afterward as the devil…devil doctor; priest; or medicine man of the
  village; had wanted his head。  Others of the grinning and
  chattering monkey…men; all as stark of clothes and b