In the afternoon he took it around to Jacob"s office. Blakeley was there but he left. Rayber read the paper to Jacobs.
"Well," Jacobs said, "so what? What do you call yourself doing?"He had been jotting figures down on a record sheet all the time Rayber was reading.
Rayber wondered if he were busy. "Defending myself against barbers," he said. "You ever tried to argue with a barber?"
"I never argue," Jacobs said.
"That"s because you don"t know this kind of ignorance," Rayber explained. "You"ve never experienced it."
Jacobs snorted. "Oh yes I have," he said.
"What happened?"
"I never argue."
"But you know you"re right," Rayber persisted.
"I never argue."
"Well, I"m going to argue," Rayber said. "I"m going to say the right thing as fast as they can say the wrong. It"ll be a question of speed. Understand," he went on, "this is no mission of conversion; I"m defending myself."
"I understand that," Jacobs said. "I hope you"re able to do it."
"I"ve already done it! You read the paper. There it is." Rayber wondered if Jacobs were dense or preoccupied.
"Okay, then, leave it there. Don"t spoil your complexion arguing with barbers."
"It"s got to be done," Rayber said.
Jacobs shrugged.
Rayber had counted on discussing it with him at length. "Well, I"ll see you," he said.
"Okay," Jacobs said.
Rayber wondered why he had ever read the paper to him in the first place.
Before he left for the barber"s Tuesday afternoon, Rayber was nervous and he thought that by way of practice he"d try the paper out on his wife. He didn"t know but what she was for Hawkson herself. Whenever he mentioned the election, she made it a point to say, "Just because you teach doesn"t mean you know everything."Did he ever say he knew anything at all? Maybe he wouldn"t call her. But he wanted to hear how the thing was actually going to sound said casually. It wasn"t long; wouldn"t take up much of her time. She would probably dislike being called. Still, she might possibly be affected by what he said. Possibly. He called her.
She said all right, but he"d just have to wait until she got through what she was doing; it looked like every time she got her hands in something, she had to leave and go do something else.
He said he didn"t have all day to wait-it was only forty-five minutes until the shop closed-and would she please hurry up?
She came in wiping her hands and said all right; all right, she was there, wasn"t she? Go ahead.
He began saying it very easily and casually, looking over her head. The sound of his voice playing over the words was not bad.He wondered it it were the words themselves or his tones that made them sound the way they did. He paused in the middle of a sentence and glanced at his wife to see if her face would give him any clue. Her head was turned slightly toward the table by her chair where an "open magazine was lying. As he paused, she got up."That was very nice," she said and went back to the kitchen. Rayber left for the barber"s.
He walked slowly, thinking what he was going to say in the shop and now and then stopping to look absently at a store window.Block"s Feed Company had a display of automatic chicken-killers-"So Timid Persons Can Kill Their Own Fowl" the sign over them read. Rayber wondered if many timid persons used them. As he neared the barber"s, he could see obliquely through the door the man with the executive a.s.surance was sitting in the corner reading a newspaper. Rayber went in and hung up his hat.
"Howdy," the barber said."Ain"t this the hottest day in the year, though!"
"It"s hot enough," Rayber said.
"Hunting season soon be over," the barber commented.
All right, Rayber wanted to say, let"s get this thing going. He thought he would work into his argument from their remarks. The fat man hadn"t noticed him.
"You should have seen the covey this dog of mine flushed the other day," the barber went on as Rayber got in the chair. "The birds spread once and we got four and they spread again and we got two. That ain"t bad."
"Never hunted quail," Rayber said hoa.r.s.ely.
"There ain"t nothing like taking a n.i.g.g.e.r and a hound dog and a gun and going after quail," the barber said. "You missed a lot out of life if you ain"t had that."
Rayber cleared his throat and the barber went on working. The fat man in the corner turned a page. What do they think I came in here for? Rayber thought. They couldn"t have forgotten. He waited, hearing the noises flies make and the mumble of the men talking in the back. The fat man turned another page. Rayber could hear George"s broom slowly stroking the floor somewhere in the shop, then stop, then sc.r.a.pe, then "You er, still a Hawkson man?"
Rayber asked the barber.
"Yeah!" the barber laughed. "Yeah! You know I had forgot.You was gonna tell us why you are voting for Darrnon. Hey, Roy!" he yelled to the fat man, "come over here. We gonna hear why we should vote for Boy Blue."
Roy grunted and turned another page. "Be there when I finish this piece," he mumbled.
"What you got there, Joe?" one of the men in the back called, "one of them goodgovermint boys?"
"Yeah," the barber said. "He"s gonna make a speech."
"I"ve heard too many of that kind already," the man said.
"You ain"t heard one by Rayber," the barber said. "Rayber"s all right. He don"t know how to vote, but he"s all right."
Rayber reddened. Two of the men strolled up. "This is no speech," Rayber said. "I only want to discuss it with you-sanely."
"Come on over here, Roy," the barber yelled.
"What are you trying to make of this?" Rayber muttered; then he said suddenly, "If you"re calling everybody else, why don"t you call your boy, George. You afraid to have him listen?"
The barber looked at Rayber for a second without saying anything.Rayber felt as if he had made himself too much at home.
"He can hear," the barber said. "He can hear back where he is."
"I just thought he might be interested," Rayber said.
"He can hear," the barber repeated. "He can hear what he hears and he can hear two times that much. He can hear what you don"t say as well as what you do."
Roy came over folding his newspaper. "Howdy, boy," he said, putting his hand on Rayber"s head, "let"s get on with this speech."
Rayber felt as if he were fighting his way out of a net. They were over him with their red faces grinning. He heard the words drag out-"Well, the way I see it, men elect..." He felt them pull out of his mouth like freight cars, jangling, backing up on each other, grating to a halt, sliding, clinching back, jarring, and then suddenly stopping as roughly as they had begun. It was over.Rayber was jarred that it was over so soon. For a second-as if they were expecting him to go on-no one said anything.
Then, "How many yawl gonna vote for Boy Blue!" the barber yelled.
Some of the men turned around and snickered. One doubled over.
"Me," Roy said. "I"m gonna run right down there now so I"ll be first to vote for Boy Blue tomorrow morning."
"Listen!" Rayber shouted, "I"m not trying..."
"George," the barber yelled, "you heard that speech?"
"Yessir," George said.
"Who you gonna vote for, George?"
"I"m not trying to..." Rayber yelled.
"I don"t know is they gonna let me vote," George said. "Do, I gonna vote for Mr. Hawkson."
"Listen!" Rayber yelled, "do you think I"m trying to change your fat minds? What do you think I am?" He jerked the barber around by the shoulder. "Do you think I"d tamper with your d.a.m.n fool ignorance?"
The barber shook Rayber"s grip off his shoulder. "Don"t get excited," he said, "we all thought it was a fine speech. That"s what I been saying all along-you got to think, you got to..." He lurched backward when Rayber hit him, and landed sitting on the footrest of the next chair. "Thought it was fine," he finished, looking steadily at Rayber"s white, half-lathered face glaring down at him. "It"s what I been saying all along."
The blood began pounding up Raybers neck just! under his skin.He turned and pushed quickly through the men around him to the door. Outside, the sun was suspending everything in a pool of heat, and before he had turned the first corner, almost running, lather began to drip inside his collar and down the barber"s bib, dangling to his knees.
Wildcat (1947)
OLD GABRIEL shuffled across the room waving his stick slowly sideways in front of him.
"Who that?" he whispered, appearing in the doorway. "I smells fo" n.i.g.g.e.rs."
Their soft, minor-toned laughter rose above the frog"s hum and blended into voices.
"Cain"t you do no bettern that, Gabe?"
"Is you gain" with us, Granpaw?"
"You oughter be able to smell good enough to git our names."
Old Gabriel moved out on the porch a little way. "That Matthew an" George an" Willie Myrick. An" who that other?"
"This Boon Williams, Granpaw."
Gabriel felt for the edge of the porch with his stick. "What yawl doin"? Set down a spell."
"We waitin" on Mose an" Luke."
"We gain" huntin" that cat."
"What yawl huntin" him with?" old Gabriel muttered. "Yawl ain"t got nothin" fit to kill a wildcat with." He sat down on the edge of the porch and hung his feet over the side. "I done tal" Mose an" Luke that."
"How many wildcats you killed, Gabrul?" Their voices, rising to him through the darkness, were full of gentle mockery.
"When I was a boy, there was a cat once," Gabriel started. "It come "round here huntin" blood. Come in through the winder of a cabin one night an" sprung in bed with a n.i.g.g.e.r an" tore that n.i.g.g.e.r"s throat open befo" he could holler good."
"This cat in the woods, Granpaw. It jus" come out to git cows.
Jupe Williams seen it when he gone through to the sawmill."
"What he done about it?"
"Started runnin"." Their laughter broke over the night sounds again. "He thought it was after him."
"It was," old Gabriel murmured.
"It after cows."
Gabriel sniffed. "It comin" out the woods for mo" than cows. It gonna git itssef some folks" blood. You watch. An" yawl gain" off huntin" it ain"t gonna do no good. It guin" huntiu" itssef. I been smellin" it."
"How you know that it you smellin"?"
"Ain"t no mistakin" a wildcat. Ain"t heen one "round here since I was a boy. Why don"t yawl set a spell" he added.
"You ain"t afraid to stay here by yoself, is you paw?"
Old Gabriel stiffened. He felt for the post to pull himself up on. "Ef you waitin" on Mose an" Luke," he said, "you better git goin".They started over to yawl"s place an hour ago."
II.
"Come in here, I say! Come in here right now!"
The blind boy sat alone on the steps, staring ahetd. "All the men gone?" he called.
"All gone but Ol" Hezuh. Come in."
He hated to go in-among the women.
"I smells it," he said.
"You come in here, Gabriel."
He went in and walked to where the window was. The women were muttering at him.