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When he had told how a man had been thrown from his horse and killed because a calf had run in his way, my mother asked with genuine interest, “What became of the calf?” She was not indifferent to the man’s death, she was interested in the calf, too. 她的心胸開闊，無論誰的悲苦與歡樂都能包容。她的一個鄰居一輩子都忘不了，當她聽說了當地一起交通事故后的反應。這位鄰居告訴她，有一個男人騎著馬與一頭小牛迎面相撞，然后墜馬身亡了。我母親真切而又饒有興趣地問道，“那小牛怎么樣了？”她不是不關心那男人的死，只是她對小牛也同樣在乎。 She could find something to excuse and as a rule to love in the toughest of human beings or animals－even if she had to invent it. Once we beguiled her into saying a soft word for the devil himself. We started abusing him, one conspirator after another adding his bitter word, until she walked right into the trap. She admitted that the indictment was sound, but had he been treated fairly? 對于最粗暴的人或動物，她都能找到一點借口予以原諒，而且照例維護他們，即使她不得已要編造一些東西。有一次我們騙她替魔鬼說好話。幾個預謀者一個接一個咒罵魔鬼，越罵越激烈，直到她生生地進了我們的圈套。她承認這些對魔鬼的控訴是有理的，但是它受到公平對待了嗎？ She never used large words, yet when her pity or indignation was stirred she was the most eloquent person I have ever heard. We had a little slave boy whom we had hired from someone there in Hannibal. He had been taken from his family in Maryland, brought halfway across the continent, and sold. All day long he was singing, whistling, yelling, laughing. The noise was maddening, and one day I lost my temper, went raging to my mother and said Sandy had been singing for an hour straight, and I couldn’t stand it. Wouldn’t she please shut him up? The tears came into her eyes and she said: “Poor thing, when he sings it shows me that he is not remembering, and that comforts me; but when he is still I am afraid he is thinking. He will never see his mother again; if he can sing, I must be thankful for it. If you were older you would understand, and that friendless child’s noise would make you glad.” 她從不夸夸其談，但是一旦被激起悲憫之心或者憤恨之情，她就會變成我見過的最能言善辯的人。我們有一個小童奴，是在漢尼拔時從當地人那里雇來的。他的家在馬里蘭州，被帶著穿越美國時，半道上給賣了。他整天唱歌，吹口哨，大喊大笑。這些聲音真令我抓狂。直到有一天，我火了，憤怒地跑向母親，抱怨說桑迪已經整整唱了一個小時了，我簡直忍無可忍，他能不能閉上他的嘴？此時，她的淚水奪眶而出，說道， “可憐的小家伙，他唱歌說明他正在遺忘，這多么令我欣慰啊。但是如果他一直得唱啊唱[雨林木風4] ，那他可能是在思考了。他是再也見不到他的母親了。如果他還能唱歌，我覺得那是萬幸的事情。你老了就會明白，那孤苦伶仃的孩子的喧鬧聲會令你高興起來。” All dumb animals had a friend in her. Hunted and disreputable cats recoginized her at a glance as their refuge and champion. We once had 19 cats at one time. They were a vast burden, but they were out of luck, and that was enough. She generally had a cat in her lap when she sat down, but she denied indignantly that she liked cats better than children though there was one advantage to a cat, she’d say. You could always put it down when you were tired of holding it. 所有不會說話的動物都能成為她的朋友。那些被人追趕的和狼狽不堪的野貓一眼就能認出她是它們的庇護人和守衛者。我們家曾經有一度同時認養了19只貓咪，這可是個沉重的負擔。但是只要想到貓咪們的不幸，就夠了。她坐著的時候總把只貓放在膝蓋上，盡管她強烈地否認自己愛貓勝過愛孩子，但她不得不承認，貓有一個好處，當你抱它們抱累的時候，可以隨時把它們放下來。 I was as much of a nuisance as any small boy and a neighbor asked her once, “Do you ever believe anything that boy says?” 我小的時候像其他小男孩一樣討人嫌。一個鄰居問過我母親，“你有沒有信過那兔崽子說的話？” “He is the wellspring of truth,” my mother replied, “but you can’t bring up the whole well with only one bucket. I know his average, so he never deceives me. I discount him 90 percent for embroidery and what is left is perfect and priceless truth, without a flaw.” “他可是真理的源泉，”我母親回答道，“但是你不能照單全收。我知道他那點底子，所以他從來都欺騙不了我。扣除他話里添枝加葉的那百分之九十的話，剩下來的就是實打實的寶貴真話。” She had a horror of snakes and bats, which I hid in pockets and sewing baskets; otherwise she was entirely fearless. One day I saw a vicious devil of a Corsican, a common terror in the town, chasing his grown daughter with a heavy rope in his hand, threatening to wear it out on her. Cautious male citizens let him pass but my mother spread her door wide to the refugee, and then, instead of closing and locking it after her, stood in it, barring the way. The man swore, cursed, threatened her with his rope; but she only stood, straight and fine, and lashed him, shamed him, derided and defied him until he asked her pardon, gave her his rope and said with a blasphemous oath that she was the bravest woman he ever saw. He and she were always good friends after that. 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