莫言什么时候获得诺贝尔文学 诺贝尔文学经典:《宠儿》第14章Part1

诺贝尔文学经典:《宠儿》第14章Part1  

Six or seven Negroes were walking up the road toward the house: o boys from the slavecatcher's left and some women from his right. He motioned them still with his rifle and they stoodwhere they were. The nephew came back from peeping inside the house
and after touching his lipsfor silence
pointed his thumb to say that what they were looking for was round back. The slavecatcher dismounted then and joined the others. Schoolteacher and the nephew moved to the left ofthe house; himself and the sheriff to the right. A crazy old nigger was standing in the woodpilewith an ax. You could tell he was crazy right off because he was grunting — making low
catnoises like. About elve yards beyond that nigger was another one — a woman with a flower inher hat. Crazy too
probably
because she too was standing stock-still — but fanning her hands asthough pushing cobwebs out of her way. Both
however
were staring at the same place — a shed.
Nephew walked over to the old nigger boy and took the ax from him. Then all four started towardthe shed. Inside
o boys bled in the sawdust and dirt at the feet of a nigger woman holding ablood-soaked child to her chest with one hand and an infant by the heels in the other. She did notlook at them; she simply swung the baby toward the wall planks
missed and tried to connect asecond time
when out of nowheremin the ticking time the men spent staring at what there was tostare the old nigger boy
still mewing
ran through the door behind them and snatched the babyfrom the arch of its mother's swing.
Right off it was clear
to schoolteacher especially
that therewas nothing there to claim. The three (now four — because she'd had the one ing when shecut) pickaninnies they had hoped were alive and well enough to take back to Kentucky
take backand raise properly to do the work Sweet Home desperately needed
were not. Two were lyingopen-eyed in sawdust; a third pumped blood down the dress of the main one — the womanschoolteacher bragged about
the one he said made fine ink
damn good soup
pressed his collarsthe way he liked besides having at least ten breeding years left. But now she'd gone wild
due tothe mishandling of the nephew who'd overbeat her and made her cut and run. Schoolteacher hadchastised that nephew
telling him to think — just think — what would his own horse do if youbeat it beyond the point of education. Or Chipper
or Samson. Suppose you beat the hounds pastthat point thataway. Never again could you trust them in the woods or anywhere else. You'd befeeding them maybe
holding out apiece of rabbit in your hand
and the animal would revert —bite your hand clean off. So he punished that nephew by not letting him e on the hunt. Madehim stay there
feed stock
feed himself
feed Lillian
tend crops. See how he liked it; see whathappened when you overbear creatures God had given you the responsibility of — the trouble ias
and the loss. The whole lot was lost now. Five. He could claim the baby struggling in thearms of the mewing old man
but who'd tend her? Because the woman — something was wrongwith her. She was looking at him now
and if his other nephew could see that look he would learnthe lesson for sure: you just can't mishandle creatures and expect success.