A mile further along he pa.s.ses us, the horse, arch-necked, reined back to a swift singlefoot. He sits lightly, poised, upright, wooden-faced in the saddle, the broken hat raked at a swaggering angle. He pa.s.ses us swiftly, without looking at us, the horse driving, its hooves hissing in the mud. A gout of mud, back-flung, plops onto the box. Cash leans forward and takes a tool from his box and removes it carefully. When the road crosses Whiteleaf, the willows leaning near enough, he breaks off a branch and scours at the stain with the wet leaves.
Anse
It"s a hard country on man; it"s hard. Eight miles of the sweat of his body washed up outen the Lord"s earth, where the Lord Himself told him to put it. Nowhere in this sinful world can a honest, hardworking man profit. It takes them that runs the stores in the towns, doing no sweating, living off of them that sweats. It aint the hardworking man, the farmer. Sometimes I wonder why we keep at it. It"s because there is a reward for us above, where they cant take their autos and such. Every man will be equal there and it will be taken from them that have and give to them that have not by the Lord.
But it"s a long wait, seems like. It"s bad that a fellow must earn the reward of his right-doing by flouting hisself and his dead. We drove all the rest of the day and got to Samson"s at dust-dark and then that bridge was gone, too. They hadn"t never see the river so high, and it not done raining yet There was old men that hadn"t never see nor hear of it being so in the memory of man. I am the chosen of the Lord, for who He loveth, so doeth He chastiseth. But I be durn if He dont take some curious ways to show it, seems like.
But now I can get them teeth. That will be a comfort. It will.
Samson
It was just before sundown. We were sitting on the porch when the wagon came up the road with the five of them in it and the other one on the horse behind. One of them raised his hand, but they was going on past the store without stopping.
"Who"s that?" MacCallum says: I cant think of his name: Rafe"s twin; that one it was.
It"s Bundren, from down beyond New Hope," Quick says. "There"s one of them Snopes horses Jewel"s riding."
"I didn"t know there was ere a one of them horses left," MacCallum says. "I thought you folks down there finally contrived to give them all away."
"Try and get that one," Quick says. The wagon went on.
"I bet old man Lon never gave it to him," I says.
"No," Quick says. "He bought it from pappy." The wagon went on. "They must not a heard about the bridge," he says.
"What"re they doing up here, anyway?" MacCallum says.
"Taking a holiday since he got his wife buried, I reckon," Quick says. "Heading for town, I reckon, with Tull"s bridge gone too. I wonder if they aint heard about the bridge."
"They"ll have to fly, then," I says. "I dont reckon there"s ere a bridge between here and Mouth of Ishatawa."
They had something in the wagon. But Quick had been to the funeral three days ago and we naturally never thought anything about it except that they were heading away from home mighty late and that they hadn"t heard about the bridge. "You better holler at them," MacCallum says. Durn it, the name is right on the tip of my tongue. So Quick hollered and they stopped and he went to the wagon and told them.
He come back with them. "They"re going to Jefferson," he says. "The bridge at Tull"s is gone, too." Like we didn"t know it, and his face looked funny, around the nostrils, but they just sat there, Bundren and the girl and the chap on the seat, and Cash and the second one, the one folks talks about, on a plank across the tail-gate, and the other one on that spotted horse. But I reckon they was used to it by then, because when I said to Cash that they"d have to pa.s.s by New Hope again and what they"d better do, he just says, "I reckon we can get there."
I aint much for meddling. Let every man run his own business to suit himself, I say. But after I talked to Rachel about them not having a regular man to fix her and it being July and all, I went back down to the barn and tried to talk to Bundren about it.
"I give her my promise," he says. "Her mind was set on it."
I notice how it takes a lazy man, a man that hates moving, to get set on moving once he does get started off, the same as he was set on staying still, like it aint the moving he hates so much as the starting and the stopping. And like he would be kind of proud of whatever come up to make the moving or the setting still look hard. He set there on the wagon, hunched up, blinking, listening to us tell about how quick the bridge went and how high the water was, and I be durn if he didn"t act like he was proud of it, like he had made the river rise himself.
"You say it"s higher than you ever see it before?" he says. "G.o.d"s will be done," he says. "I reckon it wont go down much by morning, neither," he says.
"You better stay here tonight," I says, "and get a early start for New Hope tomorrow morning." I was just sorry for them bone-gaunted mules. I told Rachel, I says, "Well, would you have had me turn them away at dark, eight miles from home? What else could I do," I says. "It wont be but one night, and they"ll keep it in the barn, and they"ll sholy get started by daylight." And so I says, "You stay here tonight and early tomorrow you can go back to New Hope. I got tools enough, and the boys can go on right after supper and have it dug and ready if they want" and then I found that girl watching me. If her eyes had a been pistols, I wouldn"t be talking now. I be dog if they didn"t blaze at me. And so when I went down to the barn I come on them, her talking so she never noticed when I come up.
"You promised her," she says. "She wouldn"t go until you promised. She thought she could depend on you. If you dont do it, it will be a curse on you."
"Cant no man say I dont aim to keep my word," Bundren says. "My heart is open to ere a man."
"I dont care what your heart is," she says. She was whispering, kind of, talking fast. "You promised her. You"ve got to. You--" then she seen me and quit, standing there. If they"d been pistols, I wouldn"t be talking now. So when I talked to him about it, he says, "I give her my promise. Her mind is set on it."
"But seems to me she"d rather have her ma buried close by, so she could--"
"It"s Addie I give the promise to," he says. "Her mind is set on it."
So I told them to drive it into the barn, because it was threatening rain again, and that supper was about ready. Only they didn"t want to come in.
"I thank you," Bundren says. "We wouldn"t discommode you. We got a little something in the basket. We can make out."
"Well," I says, "since you are so particular about your womenfolks, I am too. And when folks stops with us at meal time and wont come to the table, my wife takes it as a insult."
So the girl went on to the kitchen to help Rachel. And then Jewel come to me.
"Sho," I says. "Help yourself outen the loft. Feed him when you bait the mules."
"I ratter pay you for him," he says.
"What for?" I says. "I wouldn"t begrudge no man a bait for his horse."
"I rather pay you," he says; I thought he said extra.
"Extra for what?" I says. "Wont he eat hay and corn?"
"Extra feed," he says. "I feed him a little extra and I dont want him beholden to no man."
"You cant buy no feed from me, boy," I says. "And if he can eat that loft clean, I"ll help you load the ham onto the wagon in the morning."
"He aint never been beholden to no man," he says. "I rather pay you for it."
And if I had my rathers, you wouldn"t be here a-tall, I wanted to say. But I just says, "Then it"s high time he commenced. You cant buy no feed from me."
When Rachel put supper on, her and the girl went and fixed some beds. But wouldn"t any of them come in. "She"s been dead long enough to get over that sort of foolishness," I says. Because I got just as much respect for the dead as ere a man, but you"ve got to respect the dead themselves, and a woman that"s been dead in a box four days, the best way to respect her is to get her into the ground as quick as you can. But they wouldn"t do it.
"It wouldn"t be right," Bundren says. "Course, if the boys wants to go to bed, I reckon I can set up with her. I dont begrudge her it."
So when I went back down there they were squatting on the ground around the wagon, all of them. "Let that chap come to the house and get some sleep, anyway," I says. "And you better come too," I says to the girl. I wasn"t aiming to interfere with them. And I sholy hadn"t done nothing to her that I knowed.
"He"s done already asleep," Bundren says. They had done put him to bed in the trough in a empty stall.
"Well, you come on, then," I says to her. But still she never said nothing. They just squatted there. You couldn"t hardly see them. "How about you boys?" I says. "You got a full day tomorrow." After a while Cash says, "I thank you. We can make out."
"We wouldn"t be beholden," Bundren says. "I thank you kindly."
So I left them squatting there. I reckon after four days they was used to it. But Rachel wasn"t.
"It"s a outrage," she says. "A outrage."
"What could he a done?" I says. "He give her his promised word."
"Who"s talking about him?" she says. "Who cares about him?" she says, crying. "I just wish that you and him and all the men in the world that torture us alive and flout us dead, dragging us up and down the country--"
"Now, now," I says. "You"re upset."
"Dont you touch me!" she says. "Dont you touch me!"
A man cant tell nothing about them. I lived with the same one fifteen years and I be durn if I can. And I imagined a lot of things coming up between us, but I be durn if I ever thought it would be a body four days dead and that a woman. But they make life hard on them, not taking it as it comes up, like a man does.
So I laid there, hearing it commence to rain, thinking about them down there, squatting around the wagon and the rain on the roof, and thinking about Rachel crying there until after a while it was like I could still hear her crying even after she was asleep, and smelling it even when I knowed I couldn"t. I couldn"t decide even then whether I could or not, or if it wasn"t just knowing it was what it was.
So next morning I never went down there. I heard them hitching up and then when I knowed they must be about ready to take out, I went out the front and went down the road toward the bridge until I heard the wagon come out of the lot and go back toward New Hope. And then when I come back to the house, Rachel jumped on me because I wasn"t there to make them come in to breakfast. You cant tell about them. Just about when you decide they mean one tiling, I be durn if you not only haven"t got to change your mind, like as not you got to take a rawhiding for thinking they meant it.
But it was still like I could smell it. And so I decided then that it wasn"t smelling it, but it was just knowing it was there, like you will get fooled now and then. But when I went to the barn I knew different When I walked into the hallway I saw something. It kind of hunkered up when I come in and I thought at first it was one of them got left, then I saw what it was. It was a buzzard. It looked around and saw me and went on down the hall, spraddle-legged, with its wings kind of hunkered out, watching me first over one shoulder and then over the other, like a old bald-headed man. When it got outdoors it begun to fly. It had to fly a long time before it ever got up into the air, with it thick and heavy and full of rain like it was.
If they was bent on going to Jefferson, I reckon they could have gone around up by Mount Vernon, like MacCallum did. He"ll get home about day after tomorrow, horseback. Then they"d be just eighteen miles from town. But maybe this bridge being gone too has learned him the Lord"s sense and judgment.
That MacCallum. He"s been trading with me off and on for twelve years. I have known him from a boy up; know his name as well as I do my own. But be durn if I can say it.
Dewey Dell
The signboard comes in sight. It is looking out at the road now, because it can wait. New Hope. 3 mi. it will say. New Hope. 3 mi. New Hope. 3 mi. And then the road will begin, curving away into the trees, empty with waiting, saying New Hope three miles.
I heard that my mother is dead. I wish I had time to let her die. I wish I had time to wish I had. It is because in the wild and outraged earth too soon too soon too soon. It"s not that I wouldn"t and will not it"s that it is too soon too soon too soon.
Now it begins to say it. New Hope three miles. New Hope three miles. That"s what they mean by the womb of time: the agony and the despair of spreading bones, the hard girdle in which lie the outraged entrails of events Cash"s head turns slowly as we approach, his pale empty sad composed and questioning face following the red and empty curve; beside the bade wheel Jewel sits the horse, gazing straight ahead.
The land runs out of Darl"s eyes; they swim to pinpoints. They begin at my feet and rise along my body to my face, and then my dress is gone: I sit naked on the seat above the unhurrying mules, above the travail. Suppose I tell him to turn. He will do what I say. Dont you know he will do what I say? Once I waked with a black void rushing under me. I could not see. I saw Vardaman rise and go to the window and strike the knife into the fish, the blood gushing, hissing like steam but I could not see. He"ll do as I say. He always does. I can persuade him to anything. "You know I can. Suppose I say Turn here. That was when I died that time. Suppose I do. We"ll go to New Hope. We wont have to go to town.I rose and took the knife from the streaming fish still hissing and I killed Darl.
When I used to sleep with Vardaman I had a nightmare once I thought I was awake but I couldn"t see and couldn"t feel I couldn"t feel the bed under me and I couldn"t think what I was I couldn"t think of my name I couldn"t even think I am a girl I couldn"t even think I nor even think I want to wake up nor remember what was opposite to awake so I could do that I knew that something was pa.s.sing but I couldn"t even think of time then all of a sudden I knew that something was it was wind blowing over me it was like the wind came and blew me back from where it was I was not blowing the room and Vardaman asleep and all of them back, under me again and going on like a piece of cool silk dragging across my naked legs It blows cool out of the pines, a sad steady sound. New Hope. Was 3 mi. Was 3 mi. I believe in G.o.d I believe in G.o.d.
"Why didn"t we go to New Hope, pa?" Vardaman says. "Mr Samson said we was, but we done pa.s.sed the road."
Darl says, "Look, Jewel." But He is not looking at me. He is looking at the sky. He buzzard is as still as if He were nailed to it.
We turn into Tull"s lane. We pa.s.s the barn and go on, the wheels whispering in the mud, pa.s.sing the green rows of cotton in the wild earth, and Vernon little across the field behind the plow. He lifts his hand as we pa.s.s and stands there looking after us for a long while.
"Look, Jewel," Darl says. Jewel sits on his horse like they were both made out of wood, looking straight ahead.
I believe in G.o.d, G.o.d. G.o.d, I believe in G.o.d.
Tull
After they pa.s.sed I taken the mule out and looped up the trace chains and followed. They was setting in the wagon at the end of the levee when I caught up with them. Anse was setting there, looking at the bridge where it was swagged down into the river with just the two ends in sight. He was looking at it like he had believed all the time that folks had been lying to him about it being gone, but like he was hoping all the time it really was. Kind of pleased astonishment he looked, setting on the wagon in his Sunday pants, mumbling his mouth. Looking like a uncurried horse dressed up: I dont know.
The boy was watching the bridge where it was mid-sunk and logs and such drifted up over it and it swagging and shivering like the whole thing would go any minute, big-eyed he was watching it, like he was to a circus. And the gal too. When I come up she looked around at me, her eyes kind of blaring up and going hard like I had made to touch her. Then she looked at Anse again and then back at the water again.
It was nigh up to the levee on both sides, the earth hid except for the tongue of it we was on going out to the bridge and then down into the water, and except for knowing how the road and the bridge used to look, a fellow couldn"t tell where was the river and where the land. It was just a tangle of yellow and the levee not less wider than a knife-back land of, with us setting in the wagon and on the horse and the mule.
Darl was looking at me, and then Cash turned and looked at me with that look in his eyes like when he was figuring on whether the planks would fit her that night, like he was measuring them inside of him and not asking you to say what you thought and not even letting on he was listening if you did say it, but listening all right. Jewel hadn"t moved. He sat there on the horse, leaning a little forward, with that same look on his face when him and Darl pa.s.sed the house yesterday, coming back to get her.
"If it was just up, we could drive across," Anse says, "We could drive right on across it."
Sometimes a log would get shoved over the jam and float on, rolling and turning, and we could watch it go on to where the ford used to be. It would slow up and whirl crossways and hang out of water for a minute, and you could tell by that that the ford used to be there.
"But that dont show nothing," I say. It could he a bar of quicksand built up there." We watch the log. Then the gal is looking at me again.
"Mr Whitfield crossed it," she says.
"He was a-horseback," I say. "And three days ago. Its riz five foot since."
"If the bridge was just up," Anse says.
The log bobs up and goes on again. There is a lot of trash and foam, and you can hear the water.
"But its down," Anse says.
Cash says, "A careful fellow could walk across yonder on the planks and logs."
"But you couldn"t tote nothing," I say. "Likely time you set foot on that mess, it"ll all go, too. What you think, Darl?"
He is looking at me. He dont say nothing; just looks at me with them queer eyes of hisn that makes folks talk. I always say it aint never been what he done so much or said or anything so much as how he looks at you. It"s like he had got into the inside of you, someway. Like somehow you was looking at yourself and your doings outen his eyes. Then I can feel that gal watching me like I had made to touch her. She says something to Anse. ". . . Mr Whitfield . .." she says.
"I give her my promised word in the presence of the Lord," Anse says. "I reckon it aint no need to worry."
But still he does not start the mules. We set there above the water. Another log bobs up over the jam and goes on; we watch it check up and swing slow for a minute where the ford used to be. Then it goes on.
"It might start falling tonight," I say. "You could lay over one more day."
Then Jewel turns sideways on the horse. He has not moved until then, and he turns and looks at me. His face is kind of green, then it would go red and then green again. "Get to h.e.l.l on back to your d.a.m.n plowing," he says. "Who the h.e.l.l asked you to follow us here?"
"I never meant no harm," I say.
"Shut up, Jewel," Cash says. Jewel looks back at the water, his face gritted, going red and green and then red. "Well," Cash says after a while, "what you want to do?"