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the faith of men-第35章

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sufficient imagination to achieve results with his limited

materials。  The condition of tetanus; which had marked his

paroxysms; simplified matters; and he made but one test。  The

coffee yielded nothing; nor did the beans。  To the biscuits he

devoted the utmost care。  Amos; who knew nothing of chemistry;

looked on with steady curiosity。  But Jees Uck; who had boundless

faith in the white man's wisdom; and especially in Neil Bonner's

wisdom; and who not only knew nothing but knew that she knew

nothing watched his face rather than his hands。



Step by step he eliminated possibilities; until he came to the

final test。  He was using a thin medicine vial for a tube; and this

he held between him and the light; watching the slow precipitation

of a salt through the solution contained in the tube。  He said

nothing; but he saw what he had expected to see。  And Jees Uck; her

eyes riveted on his face; saw something too;something that made

her spring like a tigress upon Amos; and with splendid suppleness

and strength bend his body back across her knee。  Her knife was out

of its sheaf and uplifted; glinting in the lamplight。  Amos was

snarling; but Bonner intervened ere the blade could fall。



〃That's a good girl; Jees Uck。  But never mind。  Let him go!〃



She dropped the man obediently; though with protest writ large on

her face; and his body thudded to the floor。  Bonner nudged him

with his moccasined foot。



〃Get up; Amos!〃 he commanded。  〃You've got to pack an outfit yet

to…night and hit the trail。〃



〃You don't mean to say〃 Amos blurted savagely。



〃I mean to say that you tried to kill me;〃 Neil went on in cold;

even tones。  〃I mean to say that you killed Birdsall; for all the

Company believes he killed himself。  You used strychnine in my

case。  God knows with what you fixed him。  Now I can't hang you。

You're too near dead as it is。  But Twenty Mile is too small for

the pair of us; and you've got to mush。  It's two hundred miles to

Holy Cross。  You can make it if you're careful not to over…exert。

I'll give you grub; a sled; and three dogs。  You'll be as safe as

if you were in jail; for you can't get out of the country。  And

I'll give you one chance。  You're almost dead。  Very well。  I shall

send no word to the Company until the spring。  In the meantime; the

thing for you to do is to die。  Now MUSH!〃



〃You go to bed!〃 Jees Uck insisted; when Amos had churned away into

the night towards Holy Cross。  〃You sick man yet; Neil。〃



〃And you're a good girl; Jees Uck;〃 he answered。  〃And here's my

hand on it。  But you must go home。〃



〃You don't like me;〃 she said simply。



He smiled; helped her on with her PARKA; and led her to the door。

〃Only too well; Jees Uck;〃 he said softly; 〃only too well。〃



After that the pall of the Arctic night fell deeper and blacker on

the land。  Neil Bonner discovered that he had failed to put proper

valuation upon even the sullen face of the murderous and death…

stricken Amos。  It became very lonely at Twenty Mile。  〃For the

love of God; Prentiss; send me a man;〃 he wrote to the agent at

Fort Hamilton; three hundred miles up river。  Six weeks later the

Indian messenger brought back a reply。  It was characteristic:

〃Hell。  Both feet frozen。  Need him myselfPrentiss。〃



To make matters worse; most of the Toyaats were in the back country

on the flanks of a caribou herd; and Jees Uck was with them。

Removing to a distance seemed to bring her closer than ever; and

Neil Bonner found himself picturing her; day by day; in camp and on

trail。  It is not good to be alone。  Often he went out of the quiet

store; bare…headed and frantic; and shook his fist at the blink of

day that came over the southern sky…line。  And on still; cold

nights he left his bed and stumbled into the frost; where he

assaulted the silence at the top of his lungs; as though it were

some tangible; sentiment thing that he might arouse; or he shouted

at the sleeping dogs till they howled and howled again。  One shaggy

brute he brought into the post; playing that it was the new man

sent by Prentiss。  He strove to make it sleep decently under

blankets at nights and to sit at table and eat as a man should; but

the beast; mere domesticated wolf that it was; rebelled; and sought

out dark corners and snarled and bit him in the leg; and was

finally beaten and driven forth。



Then the trick of personification seized upon Neil Bonner and

mastered him。  All the forces of his environment metamorphosed into

living; breathing entities and came to live with him。  He recreated

the primitive pantheon; reared an altar to the sun and burned

candle fat and bacon grease thereon; and in the unfenced yard; by

the long…legged cache; made a frost devil; which he was wont to

make faces at and mock when the mercury oozed down into the bulb。

All this in play; of course。  He said it to himself that it was in

play; and repeated it over and over to make sure; unaware that

madness is ever prone to express itself in make…believe and play。



One midwinter day; Father Champreau; a Jesuit missionary; pulled

into Twenty Mile。  Bonner fell upon him and dragged him into the

post; and clung to him and wept; until the priest wept with him

from sheer compassion。  Then Bonner became madly hilarious and made

lavish entertainment; swearing valiantly that his guest should not

depart。  But Father Champreau was pressing to Salt Water on urgent

business for his order; and pulled out next morning; with Bonner's

blood threatened on his head。



And the threat was in a fair way toward realization; when the

Toyaats returned from their long hunt to the winter camp。  They had

many furs; and there was much trading and stir at Twenty Mile。

Also; Jees Uck came to buy beads and scarlet cloths and things; and

Bonner began to find himself again。  He fought for a week against

her。  Then the end came one night when she rose to leave。  She had

not forgotten her repulse; and the pride that drove Spike O'Brien

on to complete the North…West Passage by land was her pride。



〃I go now;〃 she said; 〃good…night; Neil。〃



But he came up behind her。  〃Nay; it is not well;〃 he said。



And as she turned her face toward his with a sudden joyful flash;

he bent forward; slowly and gravely; as it were a sacred thing; and

kissed her on the lips。  The Toyaats had never taught her the

meaning of a kiss upon the lips; but she understood and was glad。



With the coming of Jees Uck; at once things brightened up。  She was

regal in her happiness; a source of unending delight。  The

elemental workings of her mind and her naive little ways made an

immense sum of pleasurable surprise to the over…civilized man that

had stooped to catch her up。  Not alone was she solace to his

loneliness; but her primitiveness rejuvenated his jaded mind。  It

was as though; after long wandering; he had returned to pillow his

head in the lap of Mother Earth。  In short; in Jees Uck he found

the youth of the w
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