Mother Aegypt and Other Stories Part 7

Miss Yahoo Has Her Say.

Where YOU come from? Out of me, silly. Where I come from? From the field by the lake, on the day the Houyhnhnms came and kill Mama. I tell you about them.

We all swimming, except me. My skin burn red in the sun and hurt, so Mama show me how to put clay on. I all smear up nice and sit in shade. Then screaming start. Look up and see Masters all around the field, tramping stamping on people's heads. Some of the people jump in the water, swim; no good, because Masters on other side too, catch them all. Kill lots, everybody but me and two little boys.

Brown Master stamp Mama dead with her head all red and I cry and cry.

So then, Masters tell us in their special talk: You must obey us or you will die too.

They put nooses around our necks and made us walk away with them. They don't talk to us again.

We all crying and screaming but they walk us down to wide land where we see big oat fields with lots of Yahoos working there, cutting down gra.s.s, and white Servants watching them. I see lots of Yahoos working hard, different work, and they all going on hands and feet, not standing up!

We come to house and there's little house too, off under some trees, and Masters make us go there and go inside. I never seen house yet then. They tie nooses to wall so we can't get out, and then big brown Master says: Listen, young Yahoos. We wish to see if you can be improved. You will be fed as rational creatures feed, to see if your savage appet.i.tes can be reformed. What that mean? Means they gave us big bowls milk, and boxes gra.s.s and oats. Then they went away.

We drank milk, but gra.s.s and oats taste bad. Pretty soon we eat them anyway, because that's all they give us to eat. No roots, no meat, no berries!

Days and nights and days and nights, just gra.s.s and oats! Make our stomachs sick. Sometimes Masters come look at us and talk in their talk. Big brown Master shakes his head up and down, black and red Masters shake their 51 heads to and fro. We starve. But I learn catch little mousies come in eat the oats, and I climb up to roof bars and catch birds land there. Little boys get weak, pretty soon they die. I don't die. Master comes and says: My experiment is not a complete failure. It may be that the male Yahoos are incurably savage in their habits, to the point of being unable to thrive on civilised food; but yon females are more docile and tractable, as are our own mares, and our diet agrees with you. Very well, Yahoo child. We will now see if you can learn rational behavior.

What that means is, he don't know I catching my own food, so he think he can make me like a Houyhnhnm. I cry and yell. He say: This is not an auspicious beginning! What do you hope to accomplish by howling like that?

And I tell him, I mad because he kill my Mama and all the uncles and aunts. He tell me, good thing they died-they were bad Yahoos who wouldn't work for Masters. I tell him I love my Mama.

He say: If you are to become a rational creature, you must learn that this foolish fondness is one of the things that makes yon beasts. I felt not the least distress when my own Dam went to her first mother; since death is inevitable, wild behavior on that account is sheerest unreason. And in any case, I did not kill your mother.

What he means is, crying and missing people is stupid Yahoo thing. And I say: But you did kill my Mama, I saw you . He shakes his head. You are saying the thing which is not, he says. When Houyhnhnms do something they don't want anybody to know about, see, they call it The Thing Which Is Not, and then it just never happen. They think. And he say: If you say the thing which is not again, you will be sent to work in the sun with the other Yahoos. If however, you refrain from such talk and speak truth like a Houyhnhnm, I will continue my experiment with you, and you will not be treated like a brute beast.

So I said I be good, because I cunning and treacherous. That mean, not dumb. And after that I live in little house all alone, but every day white Servant name Yhlee come take me out for Improvement. That means he try make me more like Houyhnhnm, every day. I can't stand up; must bend over and try walk on hands and feet, just like poor Yahoos working in field. It hurt my hands but Yhlee say I get used to it.

And he teach me talk Master talk, and he teach me all about how we Yahoos stupid and bad and how Houvhnhnm good and wise, and that's why they Masters, and we Yahoos must work hard for them.

And he take me to wash every day in the lake, but I can't swim because he make me wear noose. I sad, seeing field where everybody die. I sad think of Mama's bones in the dirt with bugs crawling on them.

But-this funny, listen . When we up there all alone by lake, Yhlee tell me scratch him all over, and smack and kill flies. Flies are the thing which is not, see. They bite and itch Houvhnhnms bad, all over, but n.o.body supposed notice and NEVER EVER scratch bites. So when Yhlee make me scratch him, it the thing which is not. When he make me take little stones out of his feet, that the thing which is not too.

And best thing which is not of all is when he make me dig him up Crazyroot, and he eat it and get silly and tell me Poetry. That's song- talk about how nice Houvhnhnms are to friends, or how fast they run, or how they better than anybody else. When Crazyroot wears off he take me back down again, and of course I say nothing to anybody because it all the thing which is not.

All this time they only giving me gra.s.s and oats to eat, so I catching birds and mice too, and soon I figure out how get noose untied and I go out at night get more food. I be careful careful, because Servants watch all time. Sometimes I see other Yahoos sneaking around, but all scared of us and run away. But I don't run away. I always go back little house. I like not working hard and not dirty like other Yahoos.

Yahoos not Improved like me work so hard! Men must pull plows, and sledges to drag old Masters around. Women must make bowls and pots and fire for Masters, and they must cook oats for old Masters. Everybody must cut poles and branches make houses for Masters, and weave hurdles for walls and dig big holes put posts in. Masters can't do these because they got no hands, but Yhlee says that why Nature made us to do things for them. Sometimes he bring in old Yahoo woman show me how be useful with my hands. She mad, she mean, but Yhlee not let her hit me, he make her show me how weave things and braid things, and how take flint and smack it just the way make all little sharp cutters and sc.r.a.pers.

Sometimes Yhlee fall asleep, though, standing up, and old lady make mean faces at me. She say: Stuck up little b.i.t.c.h! Why YOU so special? Why you get to wash and not work in Houses? I tell her, I being Improved. I an Experiment. She say, Ha Ha, Master always try that but it never work. Yahoos not Houvhnhnms. You a Yahoo even if they treat you special.

I scared, so I tell her: Not treated special! All I get to eat is oats and gra.s.s like Masters! I must sneak out at night get bird and rats and fruit to eat! When I tell her this, she smile, mean smile, and I scared again.

She go back to House and tell Master's Mare about me going out at night for food. Next thing, Yhlee coming out, say I not being Improved any more, Master very sickened and disappointed at my relapse into brute nature. That means he giving me to new Master to work in House.

So he did, but you know what? Me escaping at night is the thing which is not, because old Master embarra.s.sed anybody know I fool him! So new Master not know I can get out of noose! So first night in new House, I untie and sneak out while Master and family asleep. I sneak real good now, I know how get past Servants, and before light comes I get up to lake where Mama and everybody died.

I want look for Mama's bones, but wild Yahoos up there and they see me and come down, grab me to play b.u.mpb.u.mp. First time anybody does that with me and hurts some, but they not so mean as tame Yahoos and not stink like them either. When they all through they ask where I come from, why I there. I tell them. they help me dig and dig for bones. Pretty soon we find some must be my Mama's, so beautiful, and I wash them and wrap up careful in gra.s.s and hide in tree so not lost. they find others, because lots Yahoo die there, and they wash and hide them in tree too so dead Yahoos not be sad.

And I was wild Yahoo after that, and so happy! Eat good things whenever I want, run and play with other Yahoos, never ever must go on hands and feet like Houvhnhnm but standing up! Back hurt no more. I show wild Yahoos how weave and we make houses up trees, where woods too thick for Houvhnhnms to go in catch us. they can't climb trees! Safe and not afraid all time. I make nice place for Mama's bones, put flowers all around.

Sometimes we go down lake to swim, catch fish, be so careful! But Yhlee never there. His bites itch him, ha ha.

Sometimes we go down through trees, branch to branch, never climb down, and watch poor Yahoos work for Masters. Oats are green, then oats turn yellow, then Yahoos must cut down with sharp sticks and carry away to Masters' houses. When fields all empty Yahoos herded back by Masters and BAD thing happen: all Yahoos told lie down and Masters go along, stamp on heads of ones they don't want.

Mostly old Yahoos but sometimes young Yahoos too, sometimes even baby Yahoos. Then ones not killed must carry all dead to big pile and set on fire, and after rake ashes into field so rain wash them in.

We cry see this, and at night go down dig for bones. Sometimes Servants chase us, almost catch us.

But wild Yahoos show me how put clay on, smeary, stripy so if we hide in bushes we hard to see, so we not caught ever, find lots of bones. We happy, and dead Yahoos happy Long time happy like this, until new thing, worse thing happen. Lake where bad things happen, always.

I go down for wash, catch fish, swim a long time under the cool water. Then I come up and see big Yahoo on sh.o.r.e, and Servant with him. Yahoo sees me but Servant not. I think, he must be old Master's new Experiment, up here wash like I was, but no noose on his neck. I hope he not tell Servant, and I swim away so quiet to find bushes climb out by But big Yahoo jumps in water, swims to me, pulls me out and tries make b.u.mpb.u.mp. But he puts it in wrong place, and it hurts! I yell and yell. Servant comes clopping up and sees, laughs at us HEEhaw Heehaw Heehaw! Big Yahoo pushes me away and yells in Houyhnhnm: She attacked me! The vile lewd minx a.s.saulted my person!

That means he tells Servant I b.u.mpb.u.mp HIM, which is silly, and Servant keeps laughing. I very surprised; laughing is the thing which is not for Masters, because they know it make them look dumb. But this only Servant anyhow. Strange Yahoo he so funny-looking, thin white face and little thin nose like flint sc.r.a.per, and no hair on face, just like me! Soft like me, too, but he man all the same-big dumb thing hanging down scared now.

I try run away fast, but Servant stop laughing and chase me down-and he tell big Yahoo help him, and he does! And they catch me and big Yahoo makes noose and puts around my neck. Big Yahoo pulls on bags all over his body cover up his thing. He ask Servant why catch me, Servant says this bad Yahoo ran away from Master one time. I scared then. They take me down old way like long time ago, and soon we see house and little house where I lived.

They take me in and Servant tells Master all what happen. Everybody there make snorting in their nose, it so funny to them, though n.o.body Heehaw laugh out loud. Big Yahoo turn all red in face, get mad.

Master say: This is the second time you have attempted to mate with a Yahoo. Both times, however, you have attempted the act with children-and one of them male!-rather than with a female of procreative age! What reason can you give us for such acts of unreason, gentle Yahoo? That mean, Master want to know why he play b.u.mpb.u.mp with me and not Yahoo with t.i.tties. Big Yahoo get redder still and say: The Servant is mistaken in what he saw; this young wench made amorous advances to ME, and, when violently rebuffed, turned her posterior to discharge her excrement upon me. It was the same with the boy, as I told you. This mean, same lie as before, only dirtier.

Servants think this so funny they pull lips up to show teeth, and even Master turns his head. Then he say: I think you have said the thing which is not again. See here, Gentle Yahoo, it goes against reason to deny Nature. You are a male, with all the urges a male must feel, and by your account you have gone some years without a mate. This cannot be conducive to peace. I command you to take a mate to provide for your need.

Big Yahoo look at me like he want b.u.mpb.u.mp right there, but then he make all kinds faces and whine and cry to Master that he can't b.u.mpb.u.mp with hideous Yahoos because we so vile and revolting to him. Master just shake his head and say: Take this female, then. You will observe she is cleaner and younger than most, and I believe you will find her less savage in disposition than most of her race; for she had some training in that regard some years ago. However, you will need to bind her securely. She is cunning and restive, as we know too well. That mean, he give me to big Yahoo for b.u.mpb.u.mp, tell him tie me up good so I don't get away.

He take me back little House, tie my hands tight with hard rope, and go b.u.mpb.u.mp right way this time. I scared look at his face-not happy b.u.mpb.u.mp like wild Yahoo but mean, like tame Yahoo.

When he done he go sit other side House. I look around: all nice with fresh straw and place to have fire, and bowls of food. I talk to him in Houvhnhnm: What kind of Yahoo are you?

He jump! He say: Good G.o.d, you have the power of speech! He mean, I talk too.

I tell him I learn from Yhlee. Ask him again what he is and he say: I am no Yahoo! I am a man, a British subject, and my name is Lemuel Gulliver. That mean he not Yahoo like me but other thing, and he have name, like Houyhnhnm. I think he lie, but I want not make him mad. Please untie my hands, I cry, They hurt.

He says: I think not! Simply because you have the ability to converse with me like a rational creature, do not presume to imagine you are less abhorrent to me than the rest of your filthy race. I'll not have you doing me some mischief while I sleep. Nor presume to address me again. That mean, he not like me and won't let me loose. Then he lie down and sleep. I cry until he wake up and throw stone at me.

Well, so bad time then. all night I tied up, and in morning my hands cold and blue. Servant come in and see, tell Lemuel Gulliver to untie me. My hands hurt so bad I cry Servant mad, tell Lemuel Gulliver my hands no use like that. Tell him to tie my leg tight to bars, then I can work but not run away. Lemuel Gulliver say: Do you mean to tell me the hussy has been trained to useful domestic industry? That means, he didn't know I make things with my hands. Servant tell him yes. He look more happy at that. He tie me up by leg and go out with Servant. Gone all day. Gone all day every day, but they put another Servant outside door so I not run away I think Lemuel Gulliver must be going for his Improvement, because by and by he looks and talks like Houyhnhnm more and more. I think he Yahoo who hate all Yahoos, want to be Houvhnhnm all the way But he only pretend! And he look silly when he walk, with knees up and hands up, prance stamp, and he talk silly with whhuhuhuh voice like Houyhnhnm. I laugh, only he hit me and call me dirty Yahoo. I dirty- now, because I can't go out to wash, but he not let me.

He keep making b.u.mpb.u.mp, though, so hard, and soon I bleeding there. I scared, hurt, think I die.

Two, three days, bleeding go away. Next month I bleed again, but it go away. After a while I not scared of bleeding.

Lemuel Gulliver bring home stems of gra.s.s and tell me weave it into big bag. He bring home dead birds, lots, and tell me pull feathers out; then put all feathers in bag. He takes it and sleeps on it, nice soft bag. I sleep on straw. He bring home little dead animals and cut skins off, make me sc.r.a.pe and soften hides; then make me sew them for bags he wear on himself. I copy them good from his old bags, but he not happy. Always mad.

I wonder when he stop being mad. I think, if I quiet and good, he happy; but he never happy. Maybe because he not Houyhnhnm.

But Lemuel Gulliver try very hard to be Houvhnhnm. Master come to talk with him all time, and he tell Master how he come from England place, and Master tell him how bad it is, and how England Yahoos worse than our kind. Sometimes Master tell him about us Yahoos, and he says lies. He says about killing Yahoos in fields after oats cut, but says other Yahoos do the killing because they vicious.

Lemuel Gulliver think about this, then he say. I wonder, sir, whether I might propose an economical use of the dead brutes? You hare perhaps noticed that I have supplied the want of covering for my body with the furs of small beasts. In my country, the skins of larger animals are taken and prepared in such a way as to provide a substance called leather, that hath divers uses both practical and ornamental. The fat of such beasts hath also serviceable qualities when rendered down into tallow. Perhaps the dead Yahoos might be turned to a like utility?

I didn't know what all that mean, but next day Lemuel Gulliver and Servant bring home dead Yahoo.

Lemuel Gulliver untie me and bring me out, tie noose to tree, say: Take these tools and skin this creature, as you have skinned the others. That means I have to cut up poor dead Yahoo. I feel bad, but he dead, can't hurt him. Lemuel Gulliver and Servant cut wood in field and make big rack; when I have skin off they take away tools and tie skin to rack and sc.r.a.pe it. I sit by dead Yahoo and cry.

So bad! So bad! Makes me cry now. Too many bad things tell you. But soon Lemuel Gulliver has factory in field where he makes dead Yahoos into candles and leather and parchment. He think Houvhnhnms be impressed by his diligence and industry. That mean he want them think him Houvhnhnm like them. they don't. He try harder, he tell Master about good way to get rid of too many Yahoos by cutting off boys' danglies. He says they do this beasts in England all the time. Master listen and say nothing. I scared what they do girls in England, be very quiet all time. Only good thing is, bleeding every month stops.

Lemuel Gulliver almost not like Yahoo now: sound just like Houvhnhnms when he talk and walk, nod his head like them, shake his hair out of his face like them, look sideways like them. He try not eating with hands, make a mess, get mad. I not laugh though. He mad I get sick in mornings.

Then one day I sc.r.a.ping Yahoo skin outside and Servant come up to me and smell me all over. He see me with this eye, then turn head and see that eve. Then he go trotting off fast, and Lemuel Gulliver busy pouring hot fat into bowl, not notice.

By and by Master comes out with Servant and looks at me. Gentle Yahoo, he says to Lemuel Gulliver , what have you done? This Yahoo female is going to bear young. That mean he see I have baby soon.

Lemuel Gulliver stare and stare, then say: It isn't mine! The dirty wench must have coupled with a Yahoo before her capture, or admitted some beast whilst I was out! That means, he not b.u.mpb.u.mp me.

Master shake his head. He say: She has been guarded in your absence, Gentle Yahoo, and when I gave her to you she was not yet fertile. There can be no doubt that her condition is your doing. This is most troublesome; it was hoped that her extreme youth, and your penchant for unnatural congress, would prevent conception. That mean, you DID TOO b.u.mpb.u.mp her, and it bad. Lemuel Gulliver fall on the ground at Master's feet, kiss them, cry.

He say: Pardon! pardon, oh my Master! Never would I give you the slightest cause to reproach me!

That means, don't hurt me. Master prods him with hoof and says: Do not indulge yourself in such fits of pa.s.sion. It was I who advised you to satisfy your natural appet.i.tes. Unfortunately, my neighbors will hear of this. Greatly as they have disapproved of my keeping a tame Yahoo for my diversion (albeit one nominally more civilised and rational than the common breed) they will positively censure me for allowing one to reproduce. What should we do if a race of such monsters arose, cleverer than those we govern with such effort? What am I to do? all that means was, other Masters not want me have baby.

Lemuel Gulliver get up on hands and knees, dropping big tears. He say: Dear Master, do not imagine that I entertain any foolish fondness for the creature! Say but the word and I'll stifle the wench with my own hands! Then I might be provided with a boy to my purpose, and-He mean he kill me! Master snort and stamp his feet. He say: Gentle Yahoo,you are saying the thing which is not again!

I hear all this, I take sc.r.a.per and put it in my mouth, sneaky so they don't see. Lemuel Gulliver look at Master and his face get sneaky too. He say, I understand you, best and wisest of Masters.

Master says: Secure the female in your stall and then we will discuss the matter in greater detail, you and I. That mean, he going to tell Lemuel Gulliver how to kill me. They send Servant away and Lemuel Gulliver take me into House and tie my leg. He not see I hid sc.r.a.per! He go out. I spit out sc.r.a.per and cut, cut, cut at rope so hard!

It comes loose and I go out. Run for hills, big trees. I hear yell, Lemuel Gulliver sees I running, he shout and run. Master run too but quiet. He fast. I not fast now, legs hurt, fat tummy. I run all the way over field and Master run up behind me. I think he catch me soon.

BUT!!! Out from trees come wild Yahoos! They run out, grab me! Two pull me into trees, others yell and throw s.h.i.+t at Master and Lemuel Gulliver. Up and up and up we go, all green leaves, free air, blue sky. Away into big trees. When we safe I so happy, we all play b.u.mpb.u.mp.

I tell wild Yahoos what happen. By and by many Houyhnhnm come under trees looking for me. They talk how Lemuel Gulliver sent away, crying all sad, go back over sea to England. They want kill me so I never have smart baby, but they never catch me, because we go away from there, go up in mountain trees, far far. We find this place by big rocks and falling water. Lots to eat. Safe. Happy.

Then you come out, and you so pretty! Little face like flower. You talk so soon and you so smart!

Look at pictures you make on stones, look at animals you make in clay. Mama love Baby and never, never let Houyhnhnm get her. But if ever big Yahoo come with nose like sc.r.a.per blade, talking like Houyhnhnm, Baby must run far and fast and climb highest tree. That Yahoo name Lemuel Gulliver , and he not like us. He never love anything, ever.

Don't be scared! He far away now Look, uncle Yahoo catch big fis.h.!.+ Let's go see.

What The Tyger Told Her.

You must observe carefully," said the tiger.

He was an old tiger. He had survived in captivity more years than he might have been expected to, penned in his narrow iron run in such a cold wet country in all weathers. He was just the color of toast, and white underneath like bread too. His back was double-striped with black streaks and the rippling shadows of the bars as he paced continually, turn and turn again.

The little girl blinked, mildly surprised at being addressed. She had a round face, pale and freckled like a robin's egg. She had been squatting beside the tigers' pen for some minutes, fascinated by him. If anyone had seen her crouched there, crumpling the silk brocade of her tiny hooped gown, she'd have been scolded, for the summer dust was thick in the garden. But no one had noticed she was there.

"Power," said the tyger, "Comes from knowledge, you see. The best way to learn is to watch what happens. The best way to watch is unseen. Now, in my proper place, which is jungle meadow and forest canes, I am very nearly invisible. That," and he looked with eyes green as beryls at the splendid house rising above the gardens, "is your proper place. Are you invisible there?"

The little girl nodded her head.

"Do you know why you're invisible?"

She thought about it. "Because John and James were born."

"Your little brothers, yes. And so n.o.body sees you now?"

"And because" The child waved her hand in a gesture that took in the house, the garden, the menagerie and the immense park in which they were set. "There's so many uncles and people here.

Mamma and I used to live in the lodging-house. Papa would come upstairs in his uniform. It was red. He was a poor officer. Then he got sick and lived with us in his nightgown. It 67 was white. He would drink from a bottle and shout, and I would hide behind the chair when he did. And John and James got born.

And Papa went to heaven. And Mamma said oh, my dear, whatever shall we do?"

"What did you do?" the tiger prompted.

"I didn't do anything. But Grandpapa forgave Mamma and sent for us."

"What had your Mamma done, to be forgiven?"

"She wasn't supposed to marry Papa because she is," and the child paused a moment to recollect the big words, "an indigent tradesman's daughter. Papa used to tell her so when he drank out of the bottle.

But when she had John and James, that made it all right again, because they're the only boys."

"So they're important."

"They will inherit it all," the child explained, as though she were quoting. "Because Papa died and Uncle John is in India, and Uncle Thomas only has Louise."

"But they haven't inherited yet."

"No. Not until Grandpapa goes to heaven."

"Something to think about, isn't it?" said the tiger, lowering his head to lap water from his stone trough.

The little girl thought about it.

"I thought Grandpapa was in heaven when we went to see him," she said. "We climbed so many stairs. And the bed was so high and white and the pillows like clouds. Grandpapa's nightgown was white.

He has white hair and a long, long beard. He shouted like Papa did. Mamma turned away crying. Mr.

Lawyer said It's only his pain, Mrs. Edgecombe. Uncle Thomas said Dear sister, come and have a gla.s.s of cordial. So she did and she was much better."

"But n.o.body saw you there, did they?"