hemingway, ernest - islands in the stream-第34章
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He had found Boy up in an alligator pear tree one evening when he had gone out in the dusk to walk and see the flight of blackbirds going in toward Havana where they flew each night from all the countryside to the south and east； converging in long flights to roost； noisily； in the Spanish laurel trees of the Prado。 Thomas Hudson liked to watch the blackbirds come flying over the hills and to see the first bats come out in the evening and the very small owls coming out for their night flying when the sun went down into the sea beyond Havana and the lights began to come on over the hills。 On that night he had missed Boise； who nearly always walked with him； and he had taken Big Goats； one of Boiseˇs sons； a big…shouldered； heavy…necked； wide…faced； tremendous…whiskered； black； fighting cat for the walk。 Goats never hunted。 He was a fighter and a stud cat and that kept him occupied。 But he was cheerful； except where his work was concerned； and he liked to walk especially if Thomas Hudson would stop every now and then and push him hard with his foot so that he would lie flat on his side。 Thomas Hudson would then stroke the catˇs belly with his foot。 It was difficult to stroke Goats too hard or too roughly； and he would as soon be stroked with a shoe on as barefoot。
Thomas Hudson had just reached down and patted himhe liked to be patted as strongly as you would pat a big dogwhen he looked up and saw Boise well up in the alligator pear tree。 Goats looked up and saw him too。
¨What are you doing； you old bastard？〃 Thomas Hudson called to him ¨Have you finally started to eat them on the tree？〃
Boise looked down at them and saw Goats。
¨Come on down and weˇll take a walk；〃 Thomas Hudson told him。 ¨Iˇll give you aguacate for supper。〃
Boise looked at Goats and said nothing。
¨You look awfully handsome in those dark green leaves。 Stay up if you want。〃
Boise looked away from them and Thomas Hudson and the big black cat went on through the trees。
¨Do you think heˇs crazy； Goats？〃 the man asked。 Then to please the cat he said； ¨Do you remember the night we couldnˇt find the medicine？〃
Medicine was a magic word with Goats and as soon as he heard it； he lay on his side to be stroked。
¨Remember the medicine？〃 the man asked him and the big cat writhed in his hardy rough delight。
Medicine had become a magic word with him one night when the man had been drunk； really drunk； and Boise would not sleep with him。 Princessa would not sleep with him when he was drunk； nor would Willy。 No one would sleep with him when he was drunk except Friendless； which was Big Goatsˇ early name； and Friendlessˇs Brother； who was really his sister； and who was an unfortunate cat who had many sorrows and occasional ecstasies。 Goats liked him drunk better than sober or； perhaps； it was because only when Thomas Hudson was drunk that Goats got to sleep with him that made it seem that way。 But on this night Thomas Hudson had been ashore about four days when he got really drunk。 It had started at noon at the Floridita and he had drunk first with Cuban politicians that had dropped in； nervous for a quick one； with sugar planters and rice planters； with Cuban government functionaries； drinking through their lunch hour； with second and third secretaries of Embassy； shepherding someone to the Floridita； with the inescapable FBI men； pleasant and all trying to look so average； clean…cut…young…American that they stood out as clearly as though they had worn a bureau shoulder patch on their white linen or seersucker suits。 He had drunk double frozen daiquiris； the great ones that Constante made； that had no taste of alcohol and felt； as you drank them； the way downhill glacier skiing feels running through powder snow and； after the sixth and eighth； felt like downhill glacier skiing feels when you are running unroped。 Some Navy that he knew came in and he drank with them and then with some of the then…called Hooligan Navy or Coast Guard。 This was getting too near to shop； which he was drinking away from； so he went down to the far end of the bar where the old respectable whores were； the fine old whores that every resident drinker at the Floridita had slept with sometime in the last twenty years； and sat on a stool with them and had a club sandwich and drank more double frozens。
When he had come back to the farm that night he was very drunk and none of the cats would sleep with him but Goats； who was not allergic to the basic rum smell； had no prejudice against drunkenness； and revelled in the rich whore smell； as full…bodied as a fine Christmas fruitcake。 They slept heavily together； Goats purring loudly whenever he woke； and finally Thomas Hudson； waking and remembering how much he had drunk； said to Goats； ¨Weˇve got to take the medicine。〃
Goats loved the sound of the word； which symbolized all this rich life he was sharing； and purred stronger than ever。
¨Where is the medicine； Goats？〃 Thomas Hudson had asked。 He turned on the reading light by the bed but it was dead。 In the storm that had kept him ashore； wires had blown down or been shorted and not yet repaired and there was no electricity。 He felt on the night table by the bed for the big double Seconal capsule； the last one that he had； that would put him to sleep again and let him wake in the morning without a hangover。 He knocked it off the table as he reached in the darkness and he couldnˇt find it。 He felt all over the floor carefully and he couldnˇt find it。 He had no matches by the bed because he was not smoking and the flashlight battery had been overused by the servants while he was away and was dead。
¨Goats；〃 he had said。 ¨We have to find the medicine。〃
He had got out of bed and Goats came down on the floor； too； and they hunted for the medicine。 Goats went under the bed； not knowing what he was hunting； but doing all he could； and Thomas Hudson said to him； ¨The medicine； Goats。 Find the medicine。〃
Goats made whimpery cries under the bed and ranged all of the area。 Finally he came out； purring； and Thomas Hudson； feeling over the floor； touched the capsule。 It was dusty and cobwebby under his fingers。 Goats had found it。
¨You found the medicine；〃 he had told Goats。 ¨You wonder cat。〃 After he had washed off the capsule in the palm of his hand with some water from the carafe by the bed and then swallowed it with a drink of water he lay； feeling it take hold slowly； and praised Goats； and the big cat purred at the praise and always afterwards medicine was a magic word to him。
At sea he used to think about Goats as well as Boise。 But there was nothing tragic about Goats。 Although he had been through some truly bad times he was absolutely entire and； even when he had been beaten in some of his most terrible fights； he was never pitiful。 Even when he had not been able to walk up to the house and lay under the mango tree below the terrace panting and soaked wet with sweat so you saw how big his shoulders were and how narrow and thin his flanks； lying there； too dead to move； trying to get the air into his lungs； he was never pitiful。 He had the wide head of a lion and he was as unbeaten。 Goats was fond of the man； and Thomas Hudson was fond of him and respected and loved him。 But there was no question of Goats being in love with him or he in love with Goats as there had come to be with Boise。
Boise had simply become worse and worse。 The night he and Goats had found Boise up in the aguacate tree； Boy had stayed out late and not come in when the man had gone to bed。 He was sleeping in the big bed then in the bedroom at the far end of the house where there were big windows on all three sides of the room and the breeze blew through at night。 When he woke he listened to the noises of the night birds and he was awake and listening when he heard Boise leap up onto the window ledge。 Boise was a very silent cat。 But he called to the man as soon as he was on the window ledge and Thomas Hudson went to the screen and opened it。 Boise leaped in。 He had two fruit rats in his mouth。
In the moonlight that came in through the window； throwing the shadow of the trunk of the ceiba tree across the wide； white bed； Boise had played with the fruit rats。 Leaping and turning； batting them along the floor； and then carrying one away to crouch and rush the other； he had played as wildly as when he was a kitten。 Then he had carried them into the bathroom and after that Thomas Hudson had felt his weight as he jumped up on the bed。
¨So you werenˇt eating mangoes out of trees？〃 the man had asked him。 Boise rubbed his head against him。
¨So you were hunting and looking after the property？ My old cat and Brother Boise。 Arenˇt you going to eat them now you have them？〃
Boise had only rubbed his head against the man and purred with his silent purr and then； because he was tired from the hunt； he had gone to sleep。 But he had slept restlessly and in the morning he had shown no interest in the dead fruit rats at all。
Now it was getting daylight and Thomas Hudson； who had not been able to sleep； watched the light come and the gray trunks of the royal palms show in the gray of the first light。 First he saw only the trunks and the outline of their tops。 Then； as the light was stronger； he could see the tops of the palms blowing in the gale and then； as the sun began to come up behind the hills； the palm trunks were whitish gray and their blowing branches a bright green and the grass of the hills was brown from the whiter drought and the limestone tops of the far hills made them look as though they were crested with snow。
He got up from the floor and put on moccasins and an old mackinaw coat and； leaving Boise sleeping curled up on the blanket； walked through the living room into the dining room and out through it to the kitchen。 The kitchen was in the north end of one wing of the house and the wind was wild outside； blowing the bare branches of the flamboy？n tree against the walls and the windows。 There was nothing to eat in the icebox and the screened…in kitchen safe was empty of everything but condiments； a can of American coffee； a tin of Liptonˇs tea； and a tin of peanut oil for cooking。 The Chinaman； who cooked； bought each dayˇs supply of food in the market。 They were not expecting Thomas Hudson back and the Chinaman had undoubtedly gone to the market already to buy the dayˇs food for the servants。 When one of the boys comes； Thomas Hudson thought； Iˇll send him into town for some fruit and eggs。
He boiled some water and made himself a pot of tea and took it and a cup and saucer back to the living room。 The sun was up now and the room was bright and he sat in the big chair and drank the hot tea and looked at the pictures on the walls in the fresh； bright whiter sunlight。 Maybe I ought to change some of them； he thought。 The best ones are in my bedroom and Iˇm never in my bedroom any more。
From the big chair； the living room looked huge after being on the boat。 He did not know how long the room was。 He had known； when he had ordered the matting； but he had forgotten。 However long it was； it seemed three times as long this morning。 That was one of the things about being fresh ashore； that and that there was nothing in the icebox。 The mot
