hemingway, ernest - islands in the stream-第39章
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¨Why donˇt you coast down here and save gas？〃
¨I will if you say；〃 the chauffeur answered。 ¨But this is government gas。〃
¨Coast for the practice；〃 Thomas Hudson said。 ¨Then you will know how to do it when it is our gas and not the governmentˇs。〃
They were down on the flat now where flower…growersˇ fields ran off the left and on the right were the houses of the basket…weavers。
¨I must get a basket…weaver to come up and mend the big mat in the living room where it is worn。〃
¨S？； se？or。〃
¨Do you know one？〃
¨S？； se？or。〃
The chauffeur； whom Thomas Hudson disliked very much for his general misinformation and stupidity； his conceit； his lack of understanding of motors； and his atrocious care of the cars and general laziness； was being very short and formal because of the reprimand about coasting。 With all his faults he was a splendid driver； that is； he was an excellent car handler with beautiful reflexes in the illogical and neurotic Cuban traffic。 Also he knew too much about their operations to be fired。
¨Are you warm enough with the sweater？〃
¨S？； se？or。〃
The hell with you； Thomas Hudson thought。 You keep that up and Iˇll ream you out good。
¨Was it very cold in your house last night？〃
¨It was terrible。 It was horroroso。 You canˇt imagine it； Mr。 Hudson。〃
Peace had been made and they were now crossing the bridge； where the trunk of the girl who had once been cut into six pieces by her policeman lover and the pieces wrapped in brown paper and scattered along the Central Highway； had been found。 The river was dry now。 But on that evening it had been running with water and cars had been lined up for half a mile in the rain while their drivers stared at the historic spot。
The next morning the papers published photographs of the torso on their front pages and one news story pointed out that the girl was undoubtedly a North American tourist since no one of that age living in the tropics could be so undeveloped physically。 How they had already arrived at her exact age Thomas Hudson never knew since the head was not discovered until some time later in the fishing port of Batabano。 But the torso； as shown in the front pages； did fall rather short of the best fragments of Greek sculpture。 She was not an American tourist； though； and it turned out that she had developed whatever attractions she had in the tropics。 But for a while Thomas Hudson had to give up doing any road work in the country outside the Finca because anybody seen running or even hurrying； was in danger of being pursued by the populace crying； ¨There he goes！ Thatˇs him！ Thatˇs the man who chopped her up！〃
Now they were over the bridge and going up the hill into Luyano where there was a view； off to the left； of El Cerro that always reminded Thomas Hudson of Toledo。 Not El Grecoˇs Toledo。 But a part of Toledo itself seen from a side hill。 They were coming up on it now as the car climbed the last of the hill and he saw it again clearly and it was Toledo all right； just for a moment； and then the hill dipped and Cuba was close on either side。
This was the part he did not like on the road into town。 This was really the part he carried the drink for。 I drink against poverty； dirt； four…hundred…year…old dust； the nose…snot of children； cracked palm fronds； roofs made from hammered tins； the shuffle of untreated syphilis； sewage in the old beds of brooks； lice on the bare necks of infested poultry； scale on the backs of old menˇs necks； the smell of old women； and the full…blast radio； he thought。 It is a hell of a thing to do。 I ought to look at it closely and do something about it。 Instead you have your drink the way they carried smelling salts in the old days。 No。 Not quite that； he thought。 Sort of a combination of that and the way they drank in Hogarthˇs Gin Lane。 Youˇre drinking against going in to see the Colonel； too； he thought。 Youˇre always drinking against something or for something now； he thought。 The hell you are。 Lots of times you are just drinking。 You are going to do quite a lot of it today。
He took a long sip of the drink and felt it clean and cold and fresh…tasting in his mouth。 This was the worst part of the road where the street car line ran and the traffic was bumper to bumper on the level crossing of the railroad when the gates were down。 Ahead now beyond the lines of stalled cars and trucks was the hill with the castle of Atares where they had shot Colonel Crittenden and the others when that expedition failed down at Bah？a Honda forty years before he was born and where they had shot one hundred and twenty…two American volunteers against that hill。 Beyond； the smoke blew straight across the sky from the tall chimneys of the Havana Electric Company and the highway ran on the old cobblestones under the viaduct； parallel to the upper end of the harbor where the water was as black and greasy as the pumpings from the bottoms of the tanks of an oil tanker。 The gates came up and they moved again and now they were in the lee of the norther and the wooden…hulled ships of the pitiful and grotesque wartime merchant marine lay against the creosoted pilings of the wooden docks and the scum of the harbor lay along their sides blacker than the creosote of the pilings and foul as an uncleaned sewer。
He recognized various craft that he knew。 One； an old barque； had been big enough for a sub to bother with and the sub had shelled her。 She was loaded with timber and was coming in for a cargo of sugar； Thomas Hudson could still see where she had been hit； although she was repaired I now； and he remembered the live Chinamen and the dead Chinamen on her deck when they had come alongside her at sea。 I thought you werenˇt going to think about the sea today。
I have to look at it； he said to himself。 Those that are on it are a damned sight better off than those that live in what we have just been riding through。 This harbor that I has been fouled for three or four hundred years isnˇt the I sea anyway。 And this harbor isnˇt bad out by the mouth。 Nor even so bad over by the Casablanca side。 Youˇve known good nights in this harbor and you know it。
¨Look at that；〃 he said。 The chauffeur； seeing him looking； started to stop the car。 But he told him to go on。 ¨Keep going to the Embassy；〃 he said。
He had looked at the old couple that lived in the board and palm frond lean…to they had built against the wall that separated the railway track from a tract of ground where the electric company stored coal they unloaded from the harbor。 The wall was black with coal dust from the coal that was hauled overhead on the unloader and it was less than four feet from the roadbed of the railway。 The lean…to was built at a steep slant and there was barely room for two people to lie down in it。 The couple who lived in it were sitting in the entrance cooking coffee in a tin can。 They were Negroes； filthy； scaly with age and dirt； wearing clothing made from old sugar sacks； and they were very old。 He could not see the dog。
¨？Y el perro？〃 he asked the chauffeur。 ¨Since a long time I havenˇt seen him。〃 They had passed these people now for several years。 At one time the girl； whose letters he had read last night； had exclaimed about the shame of it each time they passed the lean…to。
¨Why donˇt you do something about it； then？〃 he had asked her。 ¨Why do you always say things are so terrible and write so well about how terrible they are and never do anything about it？〃
This made the girl angry and she had stopped the car； gotten out； gone over to the lean…to and given the old woman twenty dollars and told her this was to help her find a better place to live and to buy something to eat。
¨Si； se？orita；〃 the old woman said。 ¨You are very amiable。〃
The next time they came by the couple were living in the same place and they waved happily。 They had bought a dog。 It was a white dog too； small and curly； probably not bred originally； Thomas Hudson thought； for the coal dust trade。
¨What do you think has become of the dog？〃 Thomas Hudson asked the chauffeur。
¨It probably died。 They have nothing to eat。〃
¨We must get them another dog；〃 Thomas Hudson said。
Past the lean…to； which was now well behind them； they passed on the left the mud colored plastered walls of the headquarters of the general staff of the Cuban army。 A Cuban soldier with some white blood stood indolently but proudly in his khakis faded from his wifeˇs washings； his campaign hat much neater than General Stillwellˇs； his Springfield at the most comfortable angle across the ill…covered bones of his shoulder。 He looked at the car absently。 Thomas Hudson could see he was cold in the norther。 I suppose he could warm up by walking his post； Thomas Hudson thought。 But if he stays in that exact position and does not waste any energy the sun should be on him soon and that will warm him。 He must not have been in the army very long to be so thin； he thought。 By spring； if we still come by here in the spring； I probably will not recognize him。 That Springfield must be awfully heavy for him。 It is a shame he cannot stand guard with a light plastic gun the way bullfighters now use a wooden sword in their work with the muleta so their wrists will not tire。
¨What about the division that General Benitez was going to lead into battle in Europe？〃 he asked the chauffeur。 ¨Has that division left yet？〃
¨Todav？a no；〃 the chauffeur said。 ¨Not yet。 But the general is practicing learning to ride a motorcycle。 He practices early in the morning along the Malecon。〃
¨It must be a motorized division then；〃 Thomas Hudson said。 ¨What are those packages that the soldiers and officers are carrying as they come out of the Estado Mayor？〃
¨Rice；〃 the chauffeur said。 ¨There was a cargo of rice came in。〃
¨Is it difficult to get now？〃
¨Impossible。 Itˇs in the clouds。〃
¨Do you eat badly now？〃
¨Very badly。〃
¨Why？ You eat at the house。 I pay for everything； no matter how far the price goes up。〃
¨I mean when I eat at home。〃
¨When do you eat at home？〃
¨Sundays。〃
¨Iˇll have to buy you a dog；〃 Thomas Hudson said。
¨We have a dog；〃 the chauffeur said。 ¨A really beautiful and intelligent dog。 He loves me more than anything in the world。 I cannot move a foot that he does not want to come with me。 But； Mr。 Hudson； you cannot realize nor appreciate； you who have everything； what this war means in suffering to the people of Cuba。〃
¨There must be much hunger。〃
¨You cannot realize it。〃
No； I canˇt； Thomas Hudson thought。 I canˇt realize it at all。 I canˇt realize why there should ever be any hunger in this country ever。 And you； you son of a bitch for the way you look after the motors of cars； you ought to be shot； not fed。 I would shoot you with the greatest of pleasure。 But he said； ¨I will see what I can do about getting you some rice for your house。〃
¨Thank you very much。 You cannot conceive of how hard life is now for us Cubans。〃
¨It must be really bad；〃 Thomas Hudson said。 ¨It is a shame I cannot take you to sea for a rest and a vacation。〃
¨It must be very difficult at sea； too。〃
¨I believe it is；〃 Thomas Hudson said。 ¨Sometimes； even on a day
