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stories by modern american authors-第47章

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time of the settlement。  It stood near a point of land called

Corlear's Hook;'1' which stretches out into the Sound; and against

which the tide; at its flux and reflux; sets with extraordinary

rapidity。  The venerable and somewhat crazy mansion was

distinguished from afar by a grove of elms and sycamores that

seemed to wave a hospitable invitation; while a few weeping

willows; with their dank; drooping foliage; resembling falling

waters; gave an idea of coolness that rendered it an attractive

spot during the heats of summer。





'1' A point of land at the bend of the East River below Grand

Street; New York City。





Here; therefore; as I said; resorted many of the old inhabitants of

the Manhattoes; where; while some played at shuffleboard'1' and

quoits;'2' and ninepins; others smoked a deliberate pipe; and

talked over public affairs。





'1' A game played by pushing or shaking pieces of money or metal so

as to make them reach certain marks on a board。



'2' A game played by pitching a flattened; ring…shaped piece of

iron; called a quoit; at a fixed object。





It was on a blustering autumnal afternoon that Wolfert made his

visit to the inn。  The grove of elms and willows was stripped of

its leaves; which whirled in rustling eddies about the fields。  The

ninepin alley was deserted; for the premature chilliness of the day

had driven the company within doors。  As it was Saturday afternoon

the habitual club was in session; composed principally of regular

Dutch burghers; though mingled occasionally with persons of various

character and country; as is natural in a place of such motley

population。



Beside the fireplace; in a huge; leather…bottomed armchair; sat the

dictator of this little world; the venerable Rem; or; as it was

pronounced; 〃Ramm〃 Rapelye。  He was a man of Walloon'1' race; and

illustrious for the antiquity of his line; his great…grandmother

having been the first white child born in the province。  But he was

still more illustrious for his wealth and dignity。  He had long

filled the noble office of alderman; and was a man to whom the

governor himself took off his hat。  He had maintained possession of

the leather…bottomed chair from time immemorial; and had gradually

waxed in bulk as he sat in his seat of government; until in the

course of years he filled its whole magnitude。  His word was

decisive with his subjects; for he was so rich a man that he was

never expected to support any opinion by argument。  The landlord

waited on him with peculiar officiousness;not that he paid better

than his neighbors; but then the coin of a rich man seems always to

be so much more acceptable。  The landlord had ever a pleasant word

and a joke to insinuate in the ear of the august Ramm。  It is true

Ramm never laughed; and; indeed; ever maintained a mastiff…like

gravity and even surliness of aspect; yet he now and then rewarded

mine host with a token of approbation; which; though nothing more

nor less than a kind of grunt; still delighted the landlord more

than a broad laugh from a poorer man。





'1' A people of French origin; inhabiting the frontiers between

France and Flanders。  A colony of one hundred and ten Walloons came

to New York in 1624。





〃This will be a rough night for the money diggers;〃 said mine host;

as a gust of wind bowled round the house and rattled at the

windows。



〃What! are they at their works again?〃 said an English half…pay

captain; with one eye; who was a very frequent attendant at the

inn。



〃Aye are they;〃 said the landlord; 〃and well may they be。  They've

had luck of late。  They say a great pot of money has been dug up in

the fields just behind Stuyvesant's orchard。  Folks think it must

have been buried there in old times by Peter Stuyvesant; the Dutch

governor。〃



〃Fudge!〃 said the one…eyed man of war; as he added a small portion

of water to a bottom of brandy。



〃Well; you may believe it or not; as you please;〃 said mine host;

somewhat nettled; 〃but everybody knows that the old governor buried

a great deal of his money at the time of the Dutch troubles; when

the English redcoats seized on the province。  They say; too; the

old gentleman walks; aye; and in the very same dress that he wears

in the picture that hangs up in the family house。〃



〃Fudge!〃 said the half…pay officer。



〃Fudge; if you please!  But didn't Corney Van Zandt see him at

midnight; stalking about in the meadow with his wooden leg; and a

drawn sword in his hand; that flashed like fire?  And what can he

be walking for but because people have been troubling the place

where he buried his money in old times?〃



Here the landlord was interrupted by several guttural sounds from

Ramm Rapelye; betokening that he was laboring with the unusual

production of an idea。  As he was too great a man to be slighted by

a prudent publican; mine host respectfully paused until he should

deliver himself。  The corpulent frame of this mighty burgher now

gave all the symptoms of a volcanic mountain on the point of an

eruption。  First there was a certain heaving of the abdomen; not

unlike an earthquake; then was emitted a cloud of tobacco smoke

from that crater; his mouth; then there was a kind of rattle in the

throat; as if the idea were working its way up through a region of

phlegm; then there were several disjointed members of a sentence

thrown out; ending in a cough; at length his voice forced its way

into a slow; but absolute tone of a man who feels the weight of his

purse; if not of his ideas; every portion of his speech being

marked by a testy puff of tobacco smoke。



〃Who talks of old Peter Stuyvesant's walking? (puff)。  Have people

no respect for persons? (puffpuff)。  Peter Stuyvesant knew better

what to do with his money than to bury it (puff)。  I know the

Stuyvesant family (puff); every one of them (puff); not a more

respectable family in the province (puff)old standards (puff)

warm householders (puff)none of your upstarts (puffpuffpuff)。

Don't talk to me of Peter Stuyvesant's walking (puffpuffpuff

puff)。〃



Here the redoubtable Ramm contracted his brow; clasped up his mouth

till it wrinkled at each corner; and redoubled his smoking with

such vehemence that the cloudy volumes soon wreathed round his

head; as the smoke envelops the awful summit of Mount Aetna。



A general silence followed the sudden rebuke of this very rich man。

The subject; however; was too interesting to be readily abandoned。

The conversation soon broke forth again from the lips of Peechy

Prauw Van Hook; the chronicler of the club; one of those prosing;

narrative old men who seem to be troubled with an incontinence of

words as they grow old。



Peechy could; at any time; tell as many stories in an evening as

his hearers could digest in a month。  He now resumed the

conversation by affirming that; to his knowledge; money had; at

different times; been digged up in various parts of the island。

The lucky perso
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