986A narrow Fellow in the GrassOccasionally rides—You may have met Him—did you notHis notice sudden is—The Grass divides as with a Comb—A spotted shaft is seen—And then it closes at your feetAnd opens further on—He likes a Boggy AcreA Floor too cool for Corn—Yet when a Boy, and BarefootI more than once at NoonHave passed, I thought, a Whip lashUnbraiding in the SunWhen stooping to secure itIt wrinkled, and was gone—Several of Nature’s PeopleI know and they know me—I feel for them a transportOf cordiality—But never met this FellowAttended, or aloneWithout a tighter breathingAnd Zero at the Bone—29Tell all the Truth but tell it slant—Success in Circuit liesToo bright for our infirm DelightThe Truth s superb surpriseAs Lightning to the Children easedWith explanation kindThe Truth must dazzle graduallyOr every man be blind—Kate Chopin, At the ‘Cadian BallBobinot, that big, brown, good-natured Bobinôt, had nointention of going to the ball, even though he knew Calixtawould be there. For what came of those balls but heartache, anda sickening disinclination for work the whole week through, tillSaturday night came again and his tortures began afresh? Whycould he not love Ozéina, who would marry him to-morrow;or Fronie, or any one of a dozen others, rather than that littleSpanish vixen? Calixta’s slender foot had never touched Cubansoil; but her mother’s had, and the Spanish was in her blood allthe same. For that reason the prairie people forgave her muchthat they would not have overlooked in their own daughtersor sisters.Her eyes, — Bobinôt thought of her eyes, and weakened, — thebluest, the drowsiest, most tantalizing that ever looked into aman’s, he thought of her flaxen hair that kinked worse than amulatto’s close to her head; that broad, smiling mouth and tiptiltednose, that full figure; that voice like a rich contralto song,with cadences in it that must have been taught by Satan, forthere was no one else to teach her tricks on that ‘Cadian prairie.Bobinôt thought of them all as he plowed his rows of cane.There had even been a breath of scandal whispered about her ayear ago, when she went to Assumption,— but why talk of it?No one did now. “C’est Espagnol, ça,” most of them said withlenient shoulder-shrugs. “Bon chien tient de race,” the old menmumbled over their pipes, stirred by recollections. Nothing wasmade of it, except that Fronie threw it up to Calixta when thetwo quarreled and fought on the church steps after mass oneSunday, about a lover. Calixta swore roundly in fine ‘CadianFrench and with true Spanish spirit, and slapped Fronie’s face.Fronie had slapped her back; “Tiens, bocotte, va!” “Espèce delionèse; prends ça, et ça!” till the curé himself was obliged tohasten and make peace between them. Bobinôt thought of itall, and would not go to the ball.But in the afternoon, over at Friedheimer’s store, where hewas buying a trace-chain, he heard some one say that AlcéeLaballière would be there. Then wild horses could not havekept him away. He knew how it would be—or rather he did notknow how it would be—if the handsome young planter cameover to the ball as he sometimes did. If Alcée happened to bein a serious mood, he might only go to the card-room and playa round or two; or he might stand out on the galleries talkingcrops and politics with the old people. But there was no telling.A drink or two could put the devil in his head,—that was whatBobinôt said to himself, as he wiped the sweat from his browwith his red bandanna; a gleam from Calixta’s eyes, a flash ofher ankle, a twirl of her skirts could do the same. Yes, Bobinôtwould go to the ball.That was the year Alcée Laballière put nine hundred acres inrice. It was putting a good deal of money into the ground, butthe returns promised to be glorious. Old Madame Laballière,249
sailing about the spacious galleries in her white volante, figuredit all out in her head. Clarisse, her goddaughter helped her alittle, and together they built more air-castles than enough.Alcée worked like a mule that time; and if he did not killhimself, it was because his constitution was an iron one. Itwas an every-day affair for him to come in from the field wellnighexhausted, and wet to the waist. He did not mind if therewere visitors; he left them to his mother and Clarisse. Therewere often guests: young men and women who came up fromthe city, which was but a few hours away, to visit his beautifulkinswoman. She was worth going a good deal farther than thatto see. Dainty as a lily; hardy as a sunflower; slim, tall, graceful,like one of the reeds that grew in the marsh. Cold and kind andcruel by turn, and everything that was aggravating to Alcée.He would have liked to sweep the place of those visitors, often.Of the men, above all, with their ways and their manners; theirswaying of fans like women, and dandling about hammocks.He could have pitched them over the levee into the river, if ithadn’t meant murder. That was Alcée. But he must have beencrazy the day he came in from the rice-field, and, toil-stainedas he was, clasped Clarisse by the arms and panted a volleyof hot, blistering love-words into her face. No man had everspoken love to her like that.“Monsieur!” she exclaimed, looking him full in the eyes, withouta quiver. Alcée’s hands dropped and his glance wavered beforethe chill of her calm, clear eyes.“Par exemple!” she muttered disdainfully, as she turned fromhim, deftly adjusting the careful toilet that he had so brutallydisarranged.That happened a day or two before the cyclone came that cutinto the rice like fine steel. It was an awful thing, coming soswiftly, without a moment’s warning in which to light a holycandle or set a piece of blessed palm burning. Old madamewept openly and said her beads, just as her son Didier, the NewOrleans one, would have done. If such a thing had happened toAlphonse, the Laballière planting cotton up in Natchitoches,he would have raved and stormed like a second cyclone, andmade his surroundings unbearable for a day or two. But Alcéetook the misfortune differently. He looked ill and gray after it,and said nothing. His speechlessness was frightful. Clarisse’sheart melted with tenderness; but when she offered her soft,purring words of condolence, he accepted them with muteindifference. Then she and her nénaine wept afresh in eachother’s arms.A night or two later, when Clarisse went to her window tokneel there in the moonlight and say her prayers beforeretiring, she saw that Bruce, Alcée’s negro servant, had led hismaster’s saddle-horse noiselessly along the edge of the swardthat bordered the gravel-path, and stood holding him near by.Presently, she heard Alcée quit his room, which was beneathher own, and traverse the lower portico. As he emerged fromthe shadow and crossed the strip of moonlight, she perceivedthat he carried a pair of well-filled saddle-bags which he atonce flung across the animal’s back. He then lost no time inmounting, and after a brief exchange of words with Bruce,went cantering away, taking no precaution to avoid the noisygravel as the negro had done.Clarisse had never suspected that it might be Alcée’s customto sally forth from the plantation secretly, and at such an hour;for it was nearly midnight. And had it not been for the telltalesaddle-bags, she would only have crept to bed, to wonder, tofret and dream unpleasant dreams. But her impatience andanxiety would not be held in check. Hastily unbolting theshutters of her door that opened upon the gallery, she steppedoutside and called softly to the old negro.“Gre’t Peter! Miss Clarisse. I was n’ sho it was a ghos’ o’ w’at,stan’in’ up dah, plumb in de night, dataway.”He mounted halfway up the long, broad flight of stairs. Shewas standing at the top.“Bruce, w’ere has Monsieur Alcée gone?” she asked.“W’y, he gone ‘bout he business, I reckin,” replied Bruce,striving to be noncommittal at the outset.“W’ere has Monsieur Alcée gone?” she reiterated, stamping herbare foot. “I won’t stan’ any nonsense or any lies; mine, Bruce.”“I don’ ric’lic ez I eva tole you lie yit, Miss Clarisse. Mista Alcée,he all broke up, sho.”“W’ere - has - he gone? Ah, Sainte Vierge! faut de la patience!butor, va!”“W’en I was in he room, a-breshin’ off he clo’es to-day,” thedarkey began, settling himself against the stair-rail, “he lookdat speechless an’ down, I say, ‘You ‘pear tu me like somepussun w’at gwine have a spell o’ sickness, Mista Alcée.’ Hesay, ‘You reckin?’ ‘I dat he git up, go look hisse’f stiddy in deglass. Den he go to de chimbly an’ jerk up de quinine bottle anpo’ a gre’t hoss-dose on to he han’. An’ he swalla dat mess in awink, an’ wash hit down wid a big dram o’ w’iskey w’at he keepin he room, aginst he come all soppin’ wet outen de fiel’.“He ‘lows, ‘No, I ain’ gwine be sick, Bruce.’ Den he square off.He say, ‘I kin mak out to stan’ up an’ gi’ an’ take wid any manI knows, lessen hit ‘s John L. Sulvun. But w’en God A’mightyan’ a ‘omen jines fo’ces agin me, dat ‘s one too many fur me.’ Itell ‘im, ‘Jis so,’ while’ I ‘se makin’ out to bresh a spot off w’atain’ dah, on he coat colla. I tell ‘im, ‘You wants li’le res’, suh.’He say, ‘No, I wants li’le fling; dat w’at I wants; an I gwine gitit. Pitch me a fis’ful o’ clo’es in dem ‘ar saddle-bags.’ Dat w’athe say. Don’t you bodda, missy. He jis’ gone a-caperin’ yondato de Cajun ball. Uh - uh - de skeeters is fair’ a-swarmin’ likebees roun’ yo’ foots!”The mosquitoes were indeed attacking Clarisse’s white feetsavagely. She had unconsciously been alternately rubbing onefoot over the other during the darkey’s recital.“The ‘Cadian ball,” she repeated contemptously. “Humph! Parexemple! Nice conduc’ for a Laballière. An’ he needs a saddlebag,fill’ with clothes, to go to the ‘Cadian ball!”“Oh, Miss Clarisse; you go on to bed, chile; git yo’ soun’ sleep.He ‘low he come back in couple weeks o’ so. I kiarn be repeatin’lot o’ truck w’at young mans say, out heah face o’ a young gal.”Clarisse said no more, but turned and abruptly reentered the250 <strong>fieldston</strong> <strong>american</strong> <strong>reader</strong> <strong>volume</strong> i – <strong>fall</strong> <strong>2007</strong>
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Inventing An AmericaCrèvecoeur Dis
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seeking great things for ourselves
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frontier village she revised her ea
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fly kites and shoot marbles, and to
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Dominie Van Shaick, the village par
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Washington Irving:The Legend of Sle
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duct, and guard them from evil. The
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she found herself back in prison. M
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colonies enabled her to triumph ove
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considerable pecuniary resources, b
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peace terms. And, tragically, Samue
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not that this glorious threesome ne
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less powerful than the rest, as it
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