高山上的呼喊-go tell it on the mountain-第17部分

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　　‘Amen；　bless　the　Lord！’　cried　Praying　Mother　Washington。
　　‘What　book　was　it；　Richard？’
　　‘Oh；　I　don’t　remember。　Just　a　book。’
　　‘You　smiled。’
　　‘You　was　mighty　pretty。’
　　She　took　her　sodden　handkerchief　out　of　her　bag；　and　dried　her　eyes；　and　dried　her　eyesagain；　looking　down　the　avenue。
　　‘Yes；’　said　Sister　Price；　gently；　‘you　just　thank　the　Lord。　You　just　let　the　tears　fall。　I　knowyour　heart　is　full　this　morning。’
　　‘The　Lord’s　done　give　you；’　said　Praying　Mother　Washington；　‘a　mighty　blessing—andwhat　the　Lord　gives；　can’t　no　man　take　away。’
　　　‘I　open；’　said　Sister　McCandless；　‘and　no　man　can　shut。　I　shut；　and　no　man　can　open。’
　　‘Amen；’　said　Sister　Price。　‘Amen。’
　　‘Well；　I　reckon；’　Florence　said；　‘your　soul　is　praising　God　this　morning。’
　　He　looked　straight　ahead；　saying　nothing；　holding　his　body　more　rigid　than　an　arrow‘You　always　been　saying；’　Florence　said；　‘how　the　Lord　would　answer　your　prayer。’　Andshe　looked　sideways　at　him；　with　a　little　smile。
　　‘He　going　to　learn；’　he　said　at　last；　‘that　it　ain’t　all　in　the　singing　and　the　shouting—the　wayof　holiness　is　a　hard　way。　He　got　the　steep　side　of　the　mountain　to　climb。’
　　‘But　he　got　you　there；’　she　said；　‘ain’t　he　to　help　him　when　he　stumbles；　and　to　be　a　goodexample？’
　　‘I’m　going　to　see　to　it；’　he　said；　‘that　he　walks　right　before　the　Lord。　The　Lord’s　done　puthis　soul　in　my　charge—and　I　ain’t　going　to　have　that　boy’s　blood　on　my　hands。’
　　‘No；’　she　said；　mildly；　‘I　reckon　you　don’t　want　that。’
　　Then　they　heard　the　siren；　and　the　headlong；　warning　bell。　She　watched　his　face　as　helooked　outward　at　the　silent　avenue　and　at　the　ambulance　that　raced　to　carry　someone　to　healing；or　to　death。
　　‘Yes；’　she　said；　‘that　wagon’s　ing；　ain’t；　one　day　for　everybody？’
　　‘I　pray；’　he　said；　‘it　finds　you　ready；　sister。’
　　‘Is　it　going　to　find　you　ready？’　she　asked。
　　‘I　know　my　name　is　written　in　the　Book　of　Life；’　he　said。　‘I　know　I’m　going　to　look　on　mySavior’s　face　in　glory。’
　　‘Yes；’　she　said；　slowly；　‘we’s　all　going　to　be　together　there。　Mama；　and　you；　and　me；　andDeborah—and　what　was　the　name　of　that　little　girl　who　died　not　long　after　I　left　home？’
　　‘What　little　girl　who　died？’　he　asked。　‘A　lot　of　folks　died　after　you　left　home—you　leftyour　mother　on　her　dying　bed。’
　　‘This　girl　was　a　mother；　too；’　she　said。　‘Look　like　she　went　north　all　by　herself；　and　had　herbaby；　and　died—weren’t　nobody　to　help　her。　Deborah　wrote　me　about　it。　Sure；　you　ain’t　forgottenthat　girl’s　name；　Gabriel！’
　　Then　his　step　faltered—seemed；　for　a　moment；　to　drag。　And　he　looked　at　her。　She　smiled；and　lightly　touched　his　arm。
　　‘You　ain’t　forgotten　her　name；’　she　said。　‘You　can’t　tell　me　you　done　forgot　her　name。　Isyou　going　to　look　on　her　face；　too？　Is　her　name　written　in　the　Book　of　Life？’
　　In　utter　silence　they　walked　together；　her　hand　still　under　his　trembling　arm。
　　　‘Deborah　didn’t　never　write；’　she　at　last　pursued；　‘about　what　happened　to　the　baby。　Didyou　ever　see　him？　You　going　to　meet　him　in　Heaven；　too？’
　　‘The　Word　tell　us；’　he　said；　‘to　let　the　dead　bury　the　dead。　Why　you　want　to　go　rummagingaround　back　there；　digging　up　things　what’s　all　forgotten　now？　The　Lord；　He　knows　my　life—Hedone　forgive　me　a　long　time　ago。’
　　‘Look　like；’　she　said；　‘you　think　the　Lord’s　a　man　like　you；　you　think　you　can　fool　Himlike　you　fool　men；　and　you　think　He　forgets；　like　men。　But　God　don’t　forget　nothing；　Gabriel—ifyour　name’s　down　there　in　the　Book；　like　you　say；　it’s　got　all　what　you　done　right　down　there　withit。　And　you　going　to　answer　for　it；　too。’
　　‘I　done　answered；’　he　said；　‘already　before　my　God。　I　ain’t　got　to　answer　now；　in　front　ofyou。’
　　She　opened　her　handbag；　and　took　out　the　letter。
　　‘I　been　carrying　this　letter　now；’　she　said；　‘for　more　than　thirty　years。　And　I　beenwondering　all　that　time　if　I’d　ever　talk　to　you　about　it。’
　　And　she　looked　at　him。　He　was　looking；　unwillingly；　at　the　letter；　which　she　held　tightly　inone　hand。　It　was　old；　and　dirty；　and　brown；　and　torn；　he　recognized　Deborah’s　uncertain；　tremblinghand；　and　he　could　see　her　again　in　the　cabin；　bending　over　the　table；　laboriously　trusting　to　paperthe　bitterness　she　had　not　spoken。　It　had　lived　in　her　silence；　then；　all　those　years？　He　could　notbelieve　it。　She　had　been　praying　for　him　as　she　died—she　had　sworn　to　meet　him　in　glory。　Andyet；　this　letter；　her　witness；　spoke；　breaking　her　long　silence；　now　that　she　was　beyond　his　reach　forever。
　　‘Yes；’　said　Florence；　watching　his　face；　‘you　didn’t　give　her　no　bed　of　roses　to　sleep　on；　didyou？—poor；　simple；　ugly；　black　girl。　And　you　didn’t　treat　that　other　one　no　better。　Who　is　youmet；　Gabriel；　all　your　holy　life　long；　you　ain’t　made　to　drink　a　cup　of　sorrow？　And　you　doing　itstill—you　going　to　be　doing　it　till　the　Lord　puts　you　in　you　grave。’
　　‘God’s　way；’　he　said；　and　his　speech　was　thick；　his　face　was　slick　with　sweat；　‘ain’t　man’sway。　I　been　doing　the　will　of　the　Lord；　and　can’t　nobody　sit　in　judgment　on　me　but　the　Lord。　TheLord　called　me　out；　He　chose　me；　and　I　been　running　with　Him　ever　since　I　made　a　start。　You　can’tkeep　your　eyes　on　all　this　foolishness　here　below；　all　this　wickedness　here　below—you　got　to　liftup　your　eyes　to　the　hills　and　run　from　the　destruction　falling　on　the　earth；　you　got　to　put　your　handin　Jesus’　hand；　and　go　where　He　says　go。’
　　‘And　if　you　been　but　a　stumbling…stone　here　below？’　she　said。　‘If　you　done　caused　soulsright　and　left　to　stumble　and　fall；　and　lose　their　happiness；　and　lose　their　souls？　What　then；prophet？　What　then；　the　Lord’s　anointed？　Ain’t　no　reckoning　going　to　be　called　of　you？　What　yougoing　to　say　when　the　wagon　es？’
　　He　lifted　up　his　head；　and　she　saw　tears　mingled　with　his　sweat。　‘The　Lord；’　he　said；　‘Hesees　the　heart—He　sees　the　heart。’
　　‘Yes；’　she　said；　‘but　I　done　read　the　Bible；　too；　and　it　tells　me　you　going　to　know　the　treeby　its　fruit。　What　fruit　I　seen　from　you　if　it　ain’t　been　just　sin　and　sorrow　and　shame？’
　　　‘You　be　careful；’　he　said；　‘how　you　talk　to　the　Lord’s　anointed。　’Cause　my　life　ain’t　in　thatletter—you　don’t　know　my　life。’
　　‘Where　is　your　life；　Gabriel？’　she　asked；　after　a　despairing　pause。　‘Where　is　it？　Ain’t　it　alldone　gone　for　nothing？　Where’s　your　branches？　Where’s　your　fruit？’
　　He　said　nothing；　insistently；　she　tapped　the　letter　with　her　thumbnail。　They　wereapproaching　the　corner　where　she　must　leave　him；　turning　westward　to　take　her　undergroundhome。　In　the　light　that　filled　the　streets；　the　light　that　the　sun　was　now　beginning　to　corrupt　withfire；　she　watched　John　and　Elisha　just　before　them；　John’　listening　head　bent；　Elisha’s　arm　abouthis　shoulder。
　　‘I　got　a　son；’　he　said　at　last；　‘and　the　Lord’s　going　to　rise　him　up。　I　know—the　Lord　haspromised—His　word　is　true。’
　　And　then　she　laughed。　‘That　son；’　she　said；　‘that　Roy。　You　going　to　weep　for　many　aeternity　before　you　see　him　crying　in　front　of　the　altar　like　Johnny　was　crying　to…night。’
　　‘God　sees　the　heart；’　he　repeated；　‘He　sees　the　heart。’
　　‘Well；　He　ought　to　see　it；’　she　cried；　‘He　made　it！　But　don’t　nobody　else　se　it；　not　evenyour　own　self！　Let　God　see　it—He　sees　it　all　right；　and　He　don’t　say　nothing。’
　　‘He　speaks；’　he　said；　‘He　speaks。　All　you　got　to　do　is　listen。’
　　‘I　been　listening　many　a　night…time　long；’　said　Florence；　then；　‘and　He　ain’t　never　spoke　tome。’
　　‘He　ain’t　never　spoke；’　said　Gabriel；　‘because　you　ain’t　never　wanted　to　hear。　You　justwanted　Him　to　tell　you　your　way　was　right。　And　that　ain’t　no　way　to　wait　on　God。’
　　‘Then　tell　me；’　Said　Florence；　‘what　He　done　said　to　you—that　you　didn’t　want　to　hear？’
　　And　there　was　silence　again。　Now　they　both　watched　John　and　Elisha。
　　‘I　going　to　tell　you　something；　Gabriel；’　she　said。　‘I　know　you　thinking　at　the　bottom　ofyour　heart　that　if　you　make　her；　her　and　her　bastard　boy；　pay　enough　for　her　sin；　your　son　won’thave　to　pay　for　yours。　But　I　ain’t　going　to　let　you　do　that。　You　done　made　enough　folks　pay　for　sin；it’s　time　you　started　paying。’
　　‘What　you　think；’　he　asked；　‘you　going　to　be　able　to　do—against　me？’
　　‘Maybe；’　she　said；　‘I　ain’t　long　for　this　world；　but　I　got　this　letter；　and　I’m　sure　going　togive　it　to　Elizabeth　before　I　go；　and　if　she　don’t　want　it；　I’m　going　to　find　some　way—some　way；　Idon’t　know　how—to　rise　up　and　tell　it；　tell　everybody；　about　the　blood　the　Lord’s　anointed　id　goton　his　hands。’
　　‘I　done　told　you；’　he　said；　‘that’s　all　done　and　finished；　the　Lord　done　give　me　a　sign　tomake　me　know　I　been　forgiven。　What　good　you　think　it’s　going　to　do　to　start　talking　about　itnow？’
　　‘It’ll　make　Elizabeth　to　know；’　she　said；　‘that　she　ain’t　the　only　sinner　…　in　your　holyhouse。　And　little　Johnny；　there—he’ll　know　he　ain’t　the　only　bastard。’
　　　Then　he　turned　again；　and　looked　at　her　with　hatred　in　his　eyes。
　　‘You　ain’t　never　changed；’　he　said。　‘You　still　waiting　to　see　my　downfall。　You　just　aswicked　now　as　you　was　when　you　was　young。’
　　She　put　the　letter　in　her　bag　again。
　　‘No；’　she　said；　‘I　ain’t　changed。　You　ain’t　changed　neither。　You　still　promising　the　Lordyou　going　to　do　better—and　you　think　whatever　you　done　already；　whatever　you　doing　right　at　thatminute；　don’t　count。　Of　all　the　men　I　ever　knew；　you’s　the　man　who　ought　to　be　hoping　the　Bible’sall　a　lie—’cause　if　that　trumpet　ever　sounds；　you　going　to　spend　eternity　talking。’
　　They　had　reached　her　corner。　She　stopped；　and　he　stopped　with　her；　and　she　stared　into　hishaggard；　burning　face。
　　‘I　got　to　take　my　underground；’　she　said。　‘You　got　anything　you　want　to　say　to　me？’
　　‘I　been　living　a　long　time；’　he　said；　‘and　I　ain’t　never　seen　nothing　but　evil　overtake　theenemies　of　the　Lord。　You　think　you　going　to　use　that　letter　to　hurt　me—but　the　Lord　ain’t　going　tolet　it　e　to　pass。　You　going　to　be　cut　down。’
　　The　praying　women　approached　them；　Elizabeth　in　the　middle。
　　‘Deborah；’　Florence　said；　‘was　cut　down—but　she　left　word。　She　weren’t　no　enemy　ofnobody—and　she　didn’t　see　nothing　but　evil。　When　I　go；　brother；　you　better　tremble；　’cause　I　ain’tgoing　to　go　in　silence。’
　　And；　while　they　stared　at　each　other；　saying　nothing　more；　the　praying　women　were　uponthem。
　　Now　the　long；　the　silent　avenue　stretched　before　them　like　some　gray　country　of　the　dead。　Itscarcely　seemed　that　he　had　walked　this　avenue　only　（as　time　was　reckoned　up　by　men）　some　fewhours　ago；　that　he　had　known　this　avenue　since　his　eyes　had　opened　on　the　dangerous　world；　thathe　had　played　here；　wept　here；　fled；　fallen　down；　and　been　bruised　here—in　that　time；　so　farbehind　him；　of　his　innocence　and　anger。
　　Yes；　on　the　evening　of　the　seventh　day；　when；　raging；　he　had　walked　out　of　his　father’shouse；　this　avenue　had　been　filled　with　shouting　people。　The　light　of　the　day　had　begun　to　fail—the　wind　was　high；　and　the　tall　lights；　one　by　one；　and　then　all　together；　had　lifted　up　their　headsagainst　the　darkness—while　he　hurried　to　the　temple。　Had　he　been　mocked；　ha