Peter and the Wolf-1
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At length the grandeur of the mountains bees monotonous; with familiarity, the landscape ceases to provoke awe and wonder and the traveller sees the alps with the indifferent eye of those who always live there. Above a certain line, no trees grow. Shadows of clouds move across the bare alps as freely as the clouds themselves move across the sky.A girl from a village on the lower slopes left her widowed mother to marry a man who lived up in the empty places. Soon she regnant. In October, there was a severe storm. The old woman knew her daughter was near her time and waited for a message but none arrived. After the storm passed, the old woma up to see for herself, taking her grown son with her because she was afraid.
From a long way off, they saw no smoke rising from the ey. Solitude yawned round them. The open door banged backwards and forwards on its hinges. Solitude engulfed them. There were traces of wolf-dung on the floor so they knew wolves had been in the house but left the corpse of the young mother alohough of her baby nothing was left except some mess that showed it had been born. Nor was there a trace of the son-in-law but a gnawed foot in a boot.
They ed the dead in a quilt and took it home with them. Now it was late. The howling of the wolves mutilated the approag silence of the night.
Winter came with icy blasts, when everyoays indoors and stokes the fire. The old womans son married the blacksmiths daughter and she moved in with them. The snow melted and it ring. By the Christmas, there was a boung grandson. Time passed. More children came.
When the eldest grandsoer, reached his seventh summer, he was old enough to go up the mountain with his father, as the men did every year, to let the goats feed on the young grass. There Peter sat in the new sunlight, plaiting the straw for baskets, until he saw the thing he had been taught most to fear advang silently along the lea of an outcrop of rock. Then another wolf, bbr>?９９ｌｉｂ?</abbr>following the first one.
If they had not been the first wolves he had ever seen, the boy would not have ied them so closely, their plush, grey pelts, of which the hairs are tipped with white, giving them a ghostly look, as if they were on the point of dissolving at the edges; their sprightly, plumey tails; their acute, inquisitive masks.
Theer saw that the third wolf rodigy, a marvel, a naked one, going on all fours, as they did, but hairless as regards the body although hair grew around its head.
The sight of this bald wolf so fasated him that he would have lost his flock, perhaps himself beeen aainly beeen to the bone fligence had not the goats themselves raised their heads, snuffed danger and run off, bleating and whinnying, so that the men came, firing guns, making hullabaloo, sg the wolves away.
His father was too angry to listen to eter said. He cuffed Peter round the head a him home. His mother was feeding this years baby. His grandmother sat at the table, shelling peas into a pot.
"There was a little girl with the wolves, granny," said Peter. Why was he so sure it had been a little girl? Perhaps because her hair was so long, so long and lively. "A little girl about my age, from her size," he said.
His grandmother threw a flat pod out of the door so the chis could peck it up.
"I saw a little girl with the wolves," he said.
His grandmother tipped water into the pot, got up from the table and hung the pot of peas on the hook over the fire. There wasnt time, that night, but m, very early, she herself took the boy back up the mountain.
"Tell your father what you told me."
They went to lo<u>.９９ｌｉb.</u>ok at the wolves tracks. On a bit of dampish ground they found a print, not like that of a dogs pad, much less like that of a childs footprint, yet Peter worried and puzzled over it until he made sense of it.
"She was running on all fours with her arse stuck up in the air. . . therefore. . . shed put all her weight on the ball of her foot, wouldnt she? And splay out her toes, see. . . like that."
He went barefoot in summer, like all the village children; he ied the ball of his own foot in the print, to show his father what kind of mark he would have made if he, too, always ran on all fours.
"No use for a heel, if you run that way. So she doesnt have a heelprint. Stands to reason."
At last his father made a slow aowledgement of Peters powers of dedu, giving the child a veiled glance of disquiet. It was a clever child.
They soon found her. She was asleep. Her spine had grown so supple she could curl into a perfect C. She woke up when she heard them and ran, but somebody caught her with a sliding the end of a rope; the noose over her head jerked tight and she fell to the ground with her eyes popping and rolling. A big, grey, angry bitch appeared out of nowhere but Peters father blasted it to bits with his shotgun. The girl would have choked if the old woman hadnt taken her head on her lap and pulled the knot loose. The girl bit the grandmothers hand.
The girl scratched and fought until the men tied her wrists and aogether with twine and slung her from a pole to carry her back to the village. Then she went limp. She didnt scream <cite>藏书网</cite>or shout, she dido be able to, she made only a few dull, guttural sounds in the back of her throat, and, though she did not seem to know how to cry, water trickled out of the ers of her eyes.
How burned she was by the weather! Bright brown all over; and how filthy she was! Caked with mud and dirt. And every inch of her chestnut hide was scored and scabbed with dozens of scars of sharp abrasions of rod thorn. Her hair dragged on the ground as they carried her along; it was stuck with burrs and it was so dirty you could not see what colour it might be. She was dreadfully verminous. She stank. She was so thin that all her ribs stuck out. The fine, plump, potato-fed boy was far bigger than she, although she was a year or so older.
Solemn with curiosity, he trotted behind her. Granny stumped alongside with her bitten hand ed up in her apron. Ohe girl was dumped on the earth floor of her grandmothers house, the boy secretly poked at her left buttock with his forefinger, out of curiosity, to see what she felt like. She felt warm but hard. She did not so much as twitch wheouched her. She had given up the struggle; she lay trussed on the floor and preteo be dead.
Grannys house had the one large room which, in wihey shared with the goats. As soon as it caught a whiff of her, the big tabby mouser hissed like a pricked balloon and bounded up the ladder that went to the hayloft above. Soup smoked on the fire and the table was laid. It was now about supper-time but still quite light; night es late on the summer mountain.
"Untie her," said the grandmother.
Her son wasnt willing at first but the old woman would not be denied, so he got the breadknife and cut the rope round the girls ankles. All she did was kick, but whe the rope round her wrists, it was if he had let a fiend loose. The onlookers ran out of the door, the rest of the family ran for the ladder to the hayloft but Granny aer both ran to the door, to shoot the bolt, so she could not get out.
The trapped one knocked round the room. Bang -- over went the table. Crash, tinkle -- the supper dishes smashed. Bang, crash tinkle -- the dresser fell forward upon the hard white shale of crockery it shed in falling. Over went the meal barrel and she coughed, she sneezed like a child sneezes, no different, and then she bounced around on fear-stiffened legs in a white cloud until the flour settled ohing like a magic powder that made everything strange. Her first frenzy over, she squatted a moment, questing with her long nose and then began to make little rushing sorties, now here, now there, snapping and yelping and tossing her bewildered head.
She never rose up on two legs; she crouched, all the time, on her hands and tiptoes, yet it was not quite like croug, for you could see how all fours came naturally to her as though she had made a different pact with gravity than we have, and you could see, too, how strong the muscles ihighs had grown on the mountain, how taut the twanging arches of her feet, and that indeed, she only used her heels whe ba her haunches. She growled; now and then she coughed out those intolerable, thick grunts of distress. All you could see of her rolling eyes were the whites, which were the bluish, glaring white of snow.
Several times, her bowels opened, apparently involuntarily. The kit smelled like a privy yet even her excrement was different to ours, the refuse of raw, strange, unguessable, wicked feeding, shit of a wolf.
Oh, horror!
She bumped into the hearth, knocked over the pan hanging from the hook and the spilled tents put out the fire. Hot soup scalded her fs. Shock of pain. Squatting on her hindquarters, holding the hurt paw dangling piteously from its wrist before her, she howled, in high, sobbing arcs.
Even the old woman, who had tracted with herself to love the child of her dead daughter, was frightened when she heard the girl howl.
Peters heart gave a hop, a skip, so that he had a sensation of falling; he was not scious of his own fear because he could not take his eyes off the sight of the crevice of her girl-childs sex, that erfectly visible to him as she sat there square on the base of her spihe night was now as dark as, at this season, it would go -- which is to say, not very dark; a white thread of moon hung in the blond sky at the top of the ey so that it was her dark nht indoors yet the boy could see her intimacy clearly, as if by its own phosphoresce. It exercised an absolute fasation upon him.
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