To Kill a Mockingbird 杀死一只知更鸟 Chapter 12
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Jem was twelve. He was difficult to live with, inconsistent, moody1. His appetite wasappalling, and he told me so many times to stop pestering2 him I consulted Atticus:
"Reckon he's got a tapeworm?" Atticus said no, Jem was growing. I must be patient withhim and disturb him as little as possible.
This change in Jem had come about in a matter of weeks. Mrs. Dubose was not coldin her grave -- Jem had seemed grateful enough for my company when he went to readto her. Overnight, it seemed, Jem had acquired an alien set of values and was trying toimpose them on me: several times he went so far as to tell me what to do. After onealtercation when Jem hollered, "It's time you started bein' a girl and acting4 right!" I burstinto tears and fled to Calpurnia.
"Mister Jem?"
"Yeah, he's just about Mister Jem now."
"He ain't that old," I said. "All he needs is somebody to beat him up, and I ain't bigenough."
"Baby," said Calpurnia, "I just can't help it if Mister Jem's growin' up. He's gonna wantto be off to himself a lot now, doin' whatever boys do, so you just come right on in thekitchen when you feel lonesome. We'll find lots of things to do in here."
The beginning of that summer boded6 well: Jem could do as he pleased; Calpurniawould do until Dill came. She seemed glad to see me when I appeared in the kitchen,and by watching her I began to think there was some skill involved in being a girl.
But summer came and Dill was not there. I received a letter and a snapshot from him.
The letter said he had a new father whose picture was enclosed, and he would have tostay in Meridian7 because they planned to build a fishing boat. His father was a lawyerlike Atticus, only much younger. Dill's new father had a pleasant face, which made meglad Dill had captured him, but I was crushed. Dill concluded by saying he would loveme forever and not to worry, he would come get me and marry me as soon as he gotenough money together, so please write.
The fact that I had a permanent fiancé was little compensation for his absence: I hadnever thought about it, but summer was Dill by the fishpool smoking string, Dill's eyesalive with complicated plans to make Boo Radley emerge; summer was the swiftnesswith which Dill would reach up and kiss me when Jem was not looking, the longings8 wesometimes felt each other feel. With him, life was routine; without him, life wasunbearable. I stayed miserable9 for two days.
As if that were not enough, the state legislature was called into emergency sessionand Atticus left us for two weeks. The Governor was eager to scrape a few barnacles offthe ship of state; there were sit-down strikes in Birmingham; bread lines in the citiesgrew longer, people in the country grew poorer. But these were events remote from theworld of Jem and me.
We were surprised one morning to see a cartoon in the Montgomery Advertiser abovethe caption12, "Maycomb's Finch13." It showed Atticus barefooted and in short pants,chained to a desk: he was diligently14 writing on a slate15 while some frivolous-looking girlsyelled, "Yoo-hoo!" at him.
"That's a compliment," explained Jem. "He spends his time doin' things that wouldn'tget done if nobody did 'em."
"Huh?"
In addition to Jem's newly developed characteristics, he had acquired a maddening airof wisdom.
"Oh, Scout16, it's like reorganizing the tax systems of the counties and things. That kindof thing's pretty dry to most men."
"How do you know?"
"Oh, go on and leave me alone. I'm readin' the paper."
Jem got his wish. I departed for the kitchen.
While she was shelling peas, Calpurnia suddenly said, "What am I gonna do aboutyou all's church this Sunday?"
"Nothing, I reckon. Atticus left us collection."
Calpurnia's eyes narrowed and I could tell what was going through her mind. "Cal," Isaid, "you know we'll behave. We haven't done anything in church in years."
Calpurnia evidently remembered a rainy Sunday when we were both fatherless andteacherless. Left to its own devices, the class tied Eunice Ann Simpson to a chair andplaced her in the furnace room. We forgot her, trooped upstairs to church, and werelistening quietly to the sermon when a dreadful banging issued from the radiator17 pipes,persisting until someone investigated and brought forth18 Eunice Ann saying she didn'twant to play Shadrach any more -- Jem Finch said she wouldn't get burnt if she hadenough faith, but it was hot down there.
"Besides, Cal, this isn't the first time Atticus has left us," I protested.
"Yeah, but he makes certain your teacher's gonna be there. I didn't hear him say thistime -- reckon he forgot it." Calpurnia scratched her head. Suddenly she smiled. "How'dyou and Mister Jem like to come to church with me tomorrow?"
"Really?"
If Calpurnia had ever bathed me roughly before, it was nothing compared to hersupervision of that Saturday night's routine. She made me soap all over twice, drewfresh water in the tub for each rinse19; she stuck my head in the basin and washed it withOctagon soap and castile. She had trusted Jem for years, but that night she invaded hisprivacy and provoked an outburst: "Can't anybody take a bath in this house without thewhole family lookin'?"
Next morning she began earlier than usual, to "go over our clothes." When Calpurniastayed overnight with us she slept on a folding cot in the kitchen; that morning it wascovered with our Sunday habiliments. She had put so much starch20 in my dress it cameup like a tent when I sat down. She made me wear a petticoat and she wrapped a pinksash tightly around my waist. She went over my patent-leather shoes with a cold biscuituntil she saw her face in them.
"It's like we were goin' to Mardi Gras," said Jem. "What's all this for, Cal?"
"I don't want anybody sayin' I don't look after my children," she muttered. "Mister Jem,you absolutely can't wear that tie with that suit. It's green."
"'Smatter with that?"
"Suit's blue. Can't you tell?"
"Hee hee," I howled, "Jem's color blind."
His face flushed angrily, but Calpurnia said, "Now you all quit that. You're gonna go toFirst Purchase with smiles on your faces."
First Purchase African M.E. Church was in the Quarters outside the southern townlimits, across the old sawmill tracks. It was an ancient paint-peeled frame building, theonly church in Maycomb with a steeple and bell, called First Purchase because it waspaid for from the first earnings21 of freed slaves. Negroes worshiped in it on Sundays andwhite men gambled in it on weekdays.
The churchyard was brick-hard clay, as was the cemetery22 beside it. If someone diedduring a dry spell, the body was covered with chunks23 of ice until rain softened24 the earth.
A few graves in the cemetery were marked with crumbling25 tombstones; newer oneswere outlined with brightly colored glass and broken Coca-Cola bottles. Lightning rodsguarding some graves denoted dead who rested uneasily; stumps26 of burned-outcandles stood at the heads of infant graves. It was a happy cemetery.
The warm bittersweet smell of clean Negro welcomed us as we entered thechurchyard -- Hearts of Love hairdressing mingled27 with asafoetida, snuff, Hoyt'sCologne, Brown's Mule28, peppermint29, and lilac talcum.
When they saw Jem and me with Calpurnia, the men stepped back and took off theirhats; the women crossed their arms at their waists, weekday gestures of respectfulattention. They parted and made a small pathway to the church door for us. Calpurniawalked between Jem and me, responding to the greetings of her brightly clad neighbors.
"What you up to, Miss Cal?" said a voice behind us.
Calpurnia's hands went to our shoulders and we stopped and looked around: standingin the path behind us was a tall Negro woman. Her weight was on one leg; she restedher left elbow in the curve of her hip11, pointing at us with upturned palm. She was bullet-headed with strange almond-shaped eyes, straight nose, and an Indian-bow mouth. Sheseemed seven feet high.
I felt Calpurnia's hand dig into my shoulder. "What you want, Lula?" she asked, intones I had never heard her use. She spoke31 quietly, contemptuously.
"I wants to know why you bringin' white chillun to nigger church."
"They's my comp'ny," said Calpurnia. Again I thought her voice strange: she wastalking like the rest of them.
"Yeah, an' I reckon you's comp'ny at the Finch house durin' the week."
A murmur32 ran through the crowd. "Don't you fret," Calpurnia whispered to me, but theroses on her hat trembled indignantly.
When Lula came up the pathway toward us Calpurnia said, "Stop right there, nigger."
Lula stopped, but she said, "You ain't got no business bringin' white chillun here -- theygot their church, we got our'n. It is our church, ain't it, Miss Cal?"
Calpurnia said, "It's the same God, ain't it?"
Jem said, "Let's go home, Cal, they don't want us here -- "
I agreed: they did not want us here. I sensed, rather than saw, that we were beingadvanced upon. They seemed to be drawing closer to us, but when I looked up atCalpurnia there was amusement in her eyes. When I looked down the pathway again,Lula was gone. In her place was a solid mass of colored people.
One of them stepped from the crowd. It was Zeebo, the garbage collector. "MisterJem," he said, "we're mighty33 glad to have you all here. Don't pay no 'tention to Lula,she's contentious34 because Reverend Sykes threatened to church her. She's atroublemaker from way back, got fancy ideas an' haughty35 ways -- we're mighty glad tohave you all."
With that, Calpurnia led us to the church door where we were greeted by ReverendSykes, who led us to the front pew.
First Purchase was unceiled and unpainted within. Along its walls unlighted kerosenelamps hung on brass36 brackets; pine benches served as pews. Behind the rough oakpulpit a faded pink silk banner proclaimed God Is Love, the church's only decorationexcept a rotogravure print of Hunt's The Light of the World. There was no sign of piano,organ, hymn37-books, church programs -- the familiar ecclesiastical impedimenta we sawevery Sunday. It was dim inside, with a damp coolness slowly dispelled39 by the gatheringcongregation. At each seat was a cheap cardboard fan bearing a garish40 Garden ofGethsemane, courtesy Tyndal's Hardware Co. (You-Name-It-We-Sell-It).
Calpurnia motioned Jem and me to the end of the row and placed herself between us.
She fished in her purse, drew out her handkerchief, and untied41 the hard wad of changein its corner. She gave a dime38 to me and a dime to Jem. "We've got ours," hewhispered. "You keep it," Calpurnia said, "you're my company." Jem's face showed briefindecision on the ethics42 of withholding43 his own dime, but his innate44 courtesy won and heshifted his dime to his pocket. I did likewise with no qualms45.
"Cal," I whispered, "where are the hymn-books?"
"We don't have any," she said.
"Well how -- ?"
"Sh-h," she said. Reverend Sykes was standing30 behind the pulpit staring thecongregation to silence. He was a short, stocky man in a black suit, black tie, white shirt,and a gold watch-chain that glinted in the light from the frosted windows.
He said, "Brethren and sisters, we are particularly glad to have company with us thismorning. Mister and Miss Finch. You all know their father. Before I begin I will readsome announcements."
Reverend Sykes shuffled46 some papers, chose one and held it at arm's length. "TheMissionary Society meets in the home of Sister Annette Reeves next Tuesday. Bringyour sewing."
He read from another paper. "You all know of Brother Tom Robinson's trouble. He hasbeen a faithful member of First Purchase since he was a boy. The collection taken uptoday and for the next three Sundays will go to Helen -- his wife, to help her out athome."
I punched Jem. "That's the Tom Atticus's de -- "
"Sh-h!"
I turned to Calpurnia but was hushed before I opened my mouth. Subdued48, I fixed49 myattention upon Reverend Sykes, who seemed to be waiting for me to settle down. "Willthe music superintendent50 lead us in the first hymn," he said.
Zeebo rose from his pew and walked down the center aisle51, stopping in front of us andfacing the congregation. He was carrying a battered52 hymn-book. He opened it and said,"We'll sing number two seventy-three."
This was too much for me. "How're we gonna sing it if there ain't any hymn-books?"
"There's a land beyond the river."
Miraculously55 on pitch, a hundred voices sang out Zeebo's words. The last syllable,held to a husky hum, was followed by Zeebo saying, "That we call the sweet forever."
Music again swelled56 around us; the last note lingered and Zeebo met it with the nextline: "And we only reach that shore by faith's decree."
The congregation hesitated, Zeebo repeated the line carefully, and it was sung. At thechorus Zeebo closed the book, a signal for the congregation to proceed without his help.
On the dying notes of "Jubilee," Zeebo said, "In that far-off sweet forever, just beyondthe shining river."
Line for line, voices followed in simple harmony until the hymn ended in a melancholymurmur.
I looked at Jem, who was looking at Zeebo from the corners of his eyes. I didn'tbelieve it either, but we had both heard it.
Reverend Sykes then called on the Lord to bless the sick and the suffering, aprocedure no different from our church practice, except Reverend Sykes directed theDeity's attention to several specific cases.
His sermon was a forthright57 denunciation of sin, an austere58 declaration of the motto onthe wall behind him: he warned his flock against the evils of heady brews59, gambling60, andstrange women. Bootleggers caused enough trouble in the Quarters, but women wereworse. Again, as I had often met it in my own church, I was confronted with the Impurityof Women doctrine61 that seemed to preoccupy62 all clergymen.
Jem and I had heard the same sermon Sunday after Sunday, with only one exception.
Reverend Sykes used his pulpit more freely to express his views on individual lapsesfrom grace: Jim Hardy63 had been absent from church for five Sundays and he wasn'tsick; Constance Jackson had better watch her ways -- she was in grave danger forquarreling with her neighbors; she had erected64 the only spite fence in the history of theQuarters.
Reverend Sykes closed his sermon. He stood beside a table in front of the pulpit andrequested the morning offering, a proceeding65 that was strange to Jem and me. One byone, the congregation came forward and dropped nickels and dimes66 into a blackenameled coffee can. Jem and I followed suit, and received a soft, "Thank you, thankyou," as our dimes clinked.
To our amazement67, Reverend Sykes emptied the can onto the table and raked thecoins into his hand. He straightened up and said, "This is not enough, we must have tendollars."
The congregation stirred. "You all know what it's for -- Helen can't leave those childrento work while Tom's in jail. If everybody gives one more dime, we'll have it -- " ReverendSykes waved his hand and called to someone in the back of the church. "Alec, shut thedoors. Nobody leaves here till we have ten dollars."
Calpurnia scratched in her handbag and brought forth a battered leather coin purse.
"Naw Cal," Jem whispered, when she handed him a shiny quarter, "we can put ours in.
Gimme your dime, Scout."
The church was becoming stuffy68, and it occurred to me that Reverend Sykes intendedto sweat the amount due out of his flock. Fans crackled, feet shuffled, tobacco-chewerswere in agony.
Reverend Sykes startled me by saying sternly, "Carlow Richardson, I haven't seenyou up this aisle yet."
A thin man in khaki pants came up the aisle and deposited a coin. The congregationmurmured approval.
Reverend Sykes then said, "I want all of you with no children to make a sacrifice andgive one more dime apiece. Then we'll have it."
Slowly, painfully, the ten dollars was collected. The door was opened, and the gust69 ofwarm air revived us. Zeebo lined On Jordan's Stormy Banks, and church was over.
I wanted to stay and explore, but Calpurnia propelled me up the aisle ahead of her. Atthe church door, while she paused to talk with Zeebo and his family, Jem and I chattedwith Reverend Sykes. I was bursting with questions, but decided70 I would wait and letCalpurnia answer them.
"We were 'specially71 glad to have you all here," said Reverend Sykes. "This church hasno better friend than your daddy."
My curiosity burst: "Why were you all takin' up collection for Tom Robinson's wife?"
"Didn't you hear why?" asked Reverend Sykes. "Helen's got three little'uns and shecan't go out to work -- "
"Why can't she take 'em with her, Reverend?" I asked. It was customary for fieldNegroes with tiny children to deposit them in whatever shade there was while theirparents worked -- usually the babies sat in the shade between two rows of cotton. Thoseunable to sit were strapped72 papoose-style on their mothers' backs, or resided in extracotton bags.
Reverend Sykes hesitated. "To tell you the truth, Miss Jean Louise, Helen's finding ithard to get work these days… when it's picking time, I think Mr. Link Deas'll take her."
"Why not, Reverend?"
Before he could answer, I felt Calpurnia's hand on my shoulder. At its pressure I said,"We thank you for lettin' us come." Jem echoed me, and we made our way homeward.
"Cal, I know Tom Robinson's in jail an' he's done somethin' awful, but why won't folkshire Helen?" I asked.
Calpurnia, in her navy voile dress and tub of a hat, walked between Jem and me. "It'sbecause of what folks say Tom's done," she said. "Folks aren't anxious to -- to haveanything to do with any of his family."
"Just what did he do, Cal?"
Calpurnia sighed. "Old Mr. Bob Ewell accused him of rapin' his girl an' had himarrested an' put in jail -- "
"Mr. Ewell?" My memory stirred. "Does he have anything to do with those Ewells thatcome every first day of school an' then go home? Why, Atticus said they were absolutetrash -- I never heard Atticus talk about folks the way he talked about the Ewells. Hesaid-"
"Yeah, those are the ones."
"Well, if everybody in Maycomb knows what kind of folks the Ewells are they'd be gladto hire Helen… what's rape10, Cal?"
"It's somethin' you'll have to ask Mr. Finch about," she said. "He can explain it betterthan I can. You all hungry? The Reverend took a long time unwindin' this morning, he'snot usually so tedious."
"Linin'?" she asked.
"Is that what it is?"
"Yeah, it's called linin'. They've done it that way as long as I can remember."
Jem said it looked like they could save the collection money for a year and get somehymn-books.
Calpurnia laughed. "Wouldn't do any good," she said. "They can't read."
"Can't read?" I asked. "All those folks?"
"That's right," Calpurnia nodded. "Can't but about four folks in First Purchase read…I'm one of 'em."
"Where'd you go to school, Cal?" asked Jem.
"Nowhere. Let's see now, who taught me my letters? It was Miss Maudie Atkinson'saunt, old Miss Buford -- "
"Are you that old?"
"I'm older than Mr. Finch, even." Calpurnia grinned. "Not sure how much, though. Westarted rememberin' one time, trying to figure out how old I was -- I can remember backjust a few years more'n he can, so I'm not much older, when you take off the fact thatmen can't remember as well as women."
"What's your birthday, Cal?"
"I just have it on Christmas, it's easier to remember that way -- I don't have a realbirthday."
"But Cal," Jem protested, "you don't look even near as old as Atticus."
"Colored folks don't show their ages so fast," she said.
"Maybe because they can't read. Cal, did you teach Zeebo?"
"Yeah, Mister Jem. There wasn't a school even when he was a boy. I made him learn,though."
Zeebo was Calpurnia's eldest74 son. If I had ever thought about it, I would have knownthat Calpurnia was of mature years -- Zeebo had half-grown children -- but then I hadnever thought about it.
"Did you teach him out of a primer, like us?" I asked.
"No, I made him get a page of the Bible every day, and there was a book Miss Bufordtaught me out of -- bet you don't know where I got it," she said.
We didn't know.
Calpurnia said, "Your Granddaddy Finch gave it to me."
"Were you from the Landing?" Jem asked. "You never told us that."
"I certainly am, Mister Jem. Grew up down there between the Buford Place and theLandin'. I've spent all my days workin' for the Finches or the Bufords, an' I moved toMaycomb when your daddy and your mamma married."
"What was the book, Cal?" I asked.
"Blackstone's Commentaries."
Jem was thunderstruck. "You mean you taught Zeebo outa that?"
"Why yes sir, Mister Jem." Calpurnia timidly put her fingers to her mouth. "They werethe only books I had. Your grandaddy said Mr. Blackstone wrote fine English -- "
"That's why you don't talk like the rest of 'em," said Jem.
"The rest of who?"
"Rest of the colored folks. Cal, but you talked like they did in church…"
That Calpurnia led a modest double life never dawned on me. The idea that she had aseparate existence outside our household was a novel one, to say nothing of her havingcommand of two languages. "Cal," I asked, "why do you talk nigger-talk to the -- to yourfolks when you know it's not right?"
"Well, in the first place I'm black -- "
"That doesn't mean you hafta talk that way when you know better," said Jem.
Calpurnia tilted75 her hat and scratched her head, then pressed her hat down carefullyover her ears. "It's right hard to say," she said. "Suppose you and Scout talked colored-folks' talk at home it'd be out of place, wouldn't it? Now what if I talked white-folks' talk atchurch, and with my neighbors? They'd think I was puttin' on airs to beat Moses."
"But Cal, you know better," I said.
"It's not necessary to tell all you know. It's not ladylike -- in the second place, folksdon't like to have somebody around knowin' more than they do. It aggravates76 'em.
You're not gonna change any of them by talkin' right, they've got to want to learnthemselves, and when they don't want to learn there's nothing you can do but keep yourmouth shut or talk their language."
"Cal, can I come to see you sometimes?"
She looked down at me. "See me, honey? You see me every day."
"Out to your house," I said. "Sometimes after work? Atticus can get me."
"Any time you want to," she said. "We'd be glad to have you."
We were on the sidewalk by the Radley Place.
"Look on the porch yonder," Jem said.
I looked over to the Radley Place, expecting to see its phantom77 occupant sunninghimself in the swing. The swing was empty.
"I mean our porch," said Jem.
I looked down the street. Enarmored, upright, uncompromising, Aunt Alexandra wassitting in a rocking chair exactly as if she had sat there every day of her life.
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