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英语天堂-第79部分

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“Bad; bad; very bad; knows altogether too much!” said the young man; with the same mocking smile playing about his mouth。 “Never will do; in the world。 Your smart fellows are always running off; stealing horses; and raising the devil generally。 I think you’ll have to take off a couple of hundred for his smartness。”
“Wal; there might be something in that ar; if it warnt for his character; but I can show recommends from his master and others; to prove he is one of your real pious;—the most humble; prayin; pious crittur ye ever did see。 Why; he’s been called a preacher in them parts he came from。”
“And I might use him for a family chaplain; possibly;” added the young man; dryly。 “That’s quite an idea。 Religion is a remarkably scarce article at our house。”
“You’re joking; now。”
“How do you know I am? Didn’t you just warrant him for a preacher? Has he been examined by any synod or council? Come; hand over your papers。”
If the trader had not been sure; by a certain good…humored twinkle in the large eye; that all this banter was sure; in the long run; to turn out a cash concern; he might have been somewhat out of patience; as it was; he laid down a greasy pocket…book on the cotton…bales; and began anxiously studying over certain papers in it; the young man standing by; the while; looking down on him with an air of careless; easy drollery。
“Papa; do buy him! it’s no matter what you pay;” whispered Eva; softly; getting up on a package; and putting her arm around her father’s neck。 “You have money enough; I know。 I want him。”
“What for; pussy? Are you going to use him for a rattle…box; or a rocking…horse; or what?
“I want to make him happy。”
“An original reason; certainly。”
Here the trader handed up a certificate; signed by Mr。 Shelby; which the young man took with the tips of his long fingers; and glanced over carelessly。
“A gentlemanly hand;” he said; “and well spelt; too。 Well; now; but I’m not sure; after all; about this religion;” said he; the old wicked expression returning to his eye; “the country is almost ruined with pious white people; such pious politicians as we have just before elections;—such pious goings on in all departments of church and state; that a fellow does not know who’ll cheat him next。 I don’t know; either; about religion’s being up in the market; just now。 I have not looked in the papers lately; to see how it sells。 How many hundred dollars; now; do you put on for this religion?”
“You like to be jokin; now;” said the trader; “but; then; there’s sense under all that ar。 I know there’s differences in religion。 Some kinds is mis’rable: there’s your meetin pious; there’s your singin; roarin pious; them ar an’t no acomount; in black or white;—but these rayly is; and I’ve seen it in niggers as often as any; your rail softly; quiet; stiddy; honest; pious; that the hull world couldn’t tempt ’em to do nothing that they thinks is wrong; and ye see in this letter what Tom’s old master says about him。”
“Now;” said the young man; stooping gravely over his book of bills; “if you can assure me that I really can buy this kind of pious; and that it will be set down to my acomount in the book up above; as something belonging to me; I wouldn’t care if I did go a little extra for it。 How d’ye say?”
“Wal; raily; I can’t do that;” said the trader。 “I’m a thinkin that every man’ll have to hang on his own hook; in them ar quarters。”
“Rather hard on a fellow that pays extra on religion; and can’t trade with it in the state where he wants it most; an’t it; now?” said the young man; who had been making out a roll of bills while he was speaking。 “There; count your money; old boy!” he added; as he handed the roll to the trader。
“All right;” said Haley; his face beaming with delight; and pulling out an old inkhorn; he proceeded to fill out a bill of sale; which; in a few moments; he handed to the young man。
“I wonder; now; if I was divided up and inventoried;” said the latter as he ran over the paper; “how much I might bring。 Say so much for the shape of my head; so much for a high forehead; so much for arms; and hands; and legs; and then so much for education; learning; talent; honesty; religion! Bless me! there would be small charge on that last; I’m thinking。 But come; Eva;” he said; and taking the hand of his daughter; he stepped across the boat; and carelessly putting the tip of his finger under Tom’s chin; said; good…humoredly; “Look…up; Tom; and see how you like your new master。”
Tom looked up。 It was not in nature to look into that gay; young; handsome face; without a feeling of pleasure; and Tom felt the tears start in his eyes as he said; heartily; “God bless you; Mas’r!”
“Well; I hope he will。 What’s your name? Tom? Quite as likely to do it for your asking as mine; from all acomounts。 Can you drive horses; Tom?”
“I’ve been allays used to horses;” said Tom。 “Mas’r Shelby raised heaps of ’em。”
“Well; I think I shall put you in coachy; on condition that you won’t be drunk more than once a week; unless in cases of emergency; Tom。”
Tom looked surprised; and rather hurt; and said; “I never drink; Mas’r。”
“I’ve heard that story before; Tom; but then we’ll see。 It will be a special acomommodation to all concerned; if you don’t。 Never mind; my boy;” he added; good…humoredly; seeing Tom still looked grave; “I don’t doubt you mean to do well。”
“I sartin do; Mas’r;” said Tom。
“And you shall have good times;” said Eva。 “Papa is very good to everybody; only he always will laugh at them。”
“Papa is much obliged to you for his recommendation;” said St。 Clare; laughing; as he turned on his heel and walked away。
1 In Atala; or the Love and Constantcy of Two Savages in the Desert (1801) by Francois Auguste Rene; Vicomte de Chateaubriand (1768…1848)。
Chapter 15
Of Tom’s New Master; and Various Other Matters
Since the thread of our humble hero’s life has now become interwoven with that of higher ones; it is necessary to give some brief introduction to them。
Augustine St。 Clare was the son of a wealthy planter of Louisiana。 The family had its origin in Canada。 Of two brothers; very similar in temperament and character; one had settled on a flourishing farm in Vermont; and the other became an opulent planter in Louisiana。 The mother of Augustine was a Huguenot French lady; whose family had emigrated to Louisiana during the days of its early settlement。 Augustine and another brother were the only children of their parents。 Having inherited from his mother an exceeding delicacy of constitution; he was; at the instance of physicians; during many years of his boyhood; sent to the care of his uncle in Vermont; in order that his constitution might; be strengthened by the cold of a more bracing climate。
In childhood; he was remarkable for an extreme and marked sensitiveness of character; more akin to the softness of woman than the ordinary hardness of his own sex。 Time; however; overgrew this softness with the rough bark of manhood; and but few knew how living and fresh it still lay at the core。 His talents were of the very first order; although his mind showed a preference always for the ideal and the aesthetic; and there was about him that repugnance to the actual business of life which is the common result of this balance of the faculties。 Soon after the completion of his college course; his whole nature was kindled into one intense and passionate effervescence of romantic passion。 His hour came;—the hour that comes only once; his star rose in the horizon;—that star that rises so often in vain; to be remembered only as a thing of dreams; and it rose for him in vain。 To drop the figure;—he saw and won the love of a high…minded and beautiful woman; in one of the northern states; and they were affianced。 He returned south to make arrangements for their marriage; when; most unexpectedly; his letters were returned to him by mail; with a short note from her guardian; stating to him that ere this reached him the lady would be the wife of another。 Stung to madness; he vainly hoped; as many another has done; to fling the whole thing from his heart by one desperate effort。 Too proud to supplicate or seek explanation; 
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