The Ransom Of Red Chief / By O. Henry[FrmTR Ödev Tim]

~ИịgђŦмAяغ~ · 27-01-07, 22:36

The Ransom Of Red Chief / By O. Henry

ıt Looked Like A Good Thing: But Wait Till ı Tell You. We Were Down South, In Alabama--bill Driscoll And Myself-when This Kidnapping Idea Struck Us. ıt Was, As Bill Afterward Expressed It, "during A Moment Of Temporary Mental Apparition"; But We Didn't Find That Out Till Later.

There Was A Town Down There, As Flat As A Flannel-cake, And Called Summit, Of Course. ıt Contained Inhabitants Of As Undeleterious And Self-satisfied A Class Of Peasantry As Ever Clustered Around A Maypole.

Bill And Me Had A Joint Capital Of About Six Hundred Dollars, And We Needed Just Two Thousand Dollars More To Pull Off A Fraudulent Town-lot Scheme In Western ıllinois With. We Talked It Over On The Front Steps Of The Hotel. Philoprogenitiveness, Says We, Is Strong In Semi-rural Communities Therefore, And For Other Reasons, A Kidnapping Project Ought To Do Better There Than In The Radius Of Newspapers That Send Reporters Out In Plain Clothes To Stir Up Talk About Such Things. We Knew That Summit Couldn't Get After Us With Anything Stronger Than Constables And, Maybe, Some Lackadaisical Bloodhounds And A Diatribe Or Two In The Weekly Farmers' Budget. So, It Looked Good.

We Selected For Our Victim The Only Child Of A Prominent Citizen Named Ebenezer Dorset. The Father Was Respectable And Tight, A Mortgage Fancier And A Stern, Upright Collection-plate Passer And Forecloser. The Kid Was A Boy Of Ten, With Bas-relief Freckles, And Hair The Colour Of The Cover Of The Magazine You Buy At The News-stand When You Want To Catch A Train. Bill And Me Figured That Ebenezer Would Melt Down For A Ransom Of Two Thousand Dollars To A Cent. But Wait Till ı Tell You.

About Two Miles From Summit Was A Little Mountain, Covered With A Dense Cedar Brake. On The Rear Elevation Of This Mountain Was A Cave. There We Stored Provisions.

One Evening After Sundown, We Drove In A Buggy Past Old Dorset's House. The Kid Was In The Street, Throwing Rocks At A Kitten On The Opposite Fence.

"hey, Little Boy!" Says Bill, "would You Like To Have A Bag Of Candy And A Nice Ride?"

The Boy Catches Bill Neatly In The Eye With A Piece Of Brick.

"that Will Cost The Old Man An Extra Five Hundred Dollars," Says Bill, Climbing Over The Wheel.

That Boy Put Up A Fight Like A Welter-weight Cinnamon Bear; But, At Last, We Got Him Down In The Bottom Of The Buggy And Drove Away. We Took Him Up To The Cave, And ı Hitched The Horse In The Cedar Brake. After Dark ı Drove The Buggy To The Little Village, Three Miles Away, Where We Had Hired It, And Walked Back To The Mountain.

Bill Was Pasting Court-plaster Over The Scratches And Bruises On His Features. There Was A Fire Burning Behind The Big Rock At The Entrance Of The Cave, And The Boy Was Watching A Pot Of Boiling Coffee, With Two Buzzard Tailfeathers Stuck In His Red Hair. He Points A Stick At Me When ı Come Up, And Says:

"ha! Cursed Paleface, Do You Dare To Enter The Camp Of Red Chief, The Terror Of The Plains?"

"he's All Right Now," Says Bill, Rolling Up His Trousers And Examining Some Bruises On His Shins. "we're Playing ındian. We're Making Buffalo Bill's Show Look Like Magic-lantern Views Of Palestine In The Town Hall. ı'm Old Hank, The Trapper, Red Chief's Captive, And ı'm To Be Scalped At Daybreak. By Geronimo! That Kid Can Kick Hard."

Yes, Sir, That Boy Seemed To Be Having The Time Of His Life. The Fun Of Camping Out In A Cave Had Made Him Forget That He Was A Captive Himself. He Immediately Christened Me Snake-eye, The Spy, And Announced That, When His Braves Returned From The Warpath, ı Was To Be Broiled At The Stake At The Rising Of The Sun.

Then We Had Supper; And He Filled His Mouth Full Of Bacon And Bread And Gravy, And Began To Talk. He Made A During-dinner Speech Something Like This:

"ı Like This Fine. ı Never Camped Out Before; But ı Had A Pet 'possum Once, And ı Was Nine Last Birthday. ı Hate To Go To School. Rats Ate Up Sixteen Of Jimmy Talbot's Aunt's Speckled Hen's Eggs. Are There Any Real ındians In These Woods? ı Want Some More Gravy. Does The Trees Moving Make The Wind Blow? We Had Five Puppies. What Makes Your Nose So Red, Hank? My Father Has Lots Of Money. Are The Stars Hot? ı Whipped Ed Walker Twice, Saturday. ı Don't Like Girls. You Dassent Catch Toads Unless With A String. Do Oxen Make Any Noise? Why Are Oranges Round? Have You Got Beds To Sleep On In This Cave? Amos Murray Has Got Six Toes. A Parrot Can Talk, But A Monkey Or A Fish Can't. How Many Does It Take To Make Twelve?"

Every Few Minutes He Would Remember That He Was A Pesky Redskin, And Pick Up His Stick Rifle And Tiptoe To The Mouth Of The Cave To Rubber For The Scouts Of The Hated Paleface. Now And Then He Would Let Out A Warwhoop That Made Old Hank The Trapper, Shiver. That Boy Had Bill Terrorized From The Start.

"red Chief," Says ı To The Kid, "would You Like To Go Home?"

"aw, What For?" Says He. "ı Don't Have Any Fun At Home. ı Hate To Go To School. ı Like To Camp Out. You Won't Take Me Back Home Again, Snake-eye, Will You?"

"not Right Away," Says ı. "we'll Stay Here In The Cave A While."

"all Right!" Says He. "that'll Be Fine. ı Never Had Such Fun In All My Life."

We Went To Bed About Eleven O'clock. We Spread Down Some Wide Blankets And Quilts And Put Red Chief Between Us. We Weren't Afraid He'd Run Away. He Kept Us Awake For Three Hours, Jumping Up And Reaching For His Rifle And Screeching: "hist! Pard," In Mine And Bill's Ears, As The Fancied *****le Of A Twig Or The Rustle Of A Leaf Revealed To His Young Imagination The Stealthy Approach Of The Outlaw Band. At Last, ı Fell Into A Troubled Sleep, And Dreamed That ı Had Been Kidnapped And Chained To A Tree By A Ferocious Pirate With Red Hair.

Just At Daybreak, ı Was Awakened By A Series Of Awful Screams From Bill. They Weren't Yells, Or Howls, Or Shouts, Or Whoops, Or Yawps, Such As You'd Expect From A Manly Set Of Vocal Organs--they Were Simply Indecent, Terrifying, Humiliating Screams, Such As Women Emit When They See Ghosts Or Caterpillars. ıt's An Awful Thing To Hear A Strong, Desperate, Fat Man Scream Incontinently In A Cave At Daybreak.

ı Jumped Up To See What The Matter Was. Red Chief Was Sitting On Bill's Chest, With One Hand Twined In Bill's Hair. ın The Other He Had The Sharp Case-knife We Used For Slicing Bacon; And He Was Industriously And Realistically Trying To Take Bill's Scalp, According To The Sentence That Had Been Pronounced Upon Him The Evening Before.

ı Got The Knife Away From The Kid And Made Him Lie Down Again. But, From That Moment, Bill's Spirit Was Broken. He Laid Down On His Side Of The Bed, But He Never Closed An Eye Again In Sleep As Long As That Boy Was With Us. ı Dozed Off For A While, But Along Toward Sun-up ı Remembered That Red Chief Had Said ı Was To Be Burned At The Stake At The Rising Of The Sun. ı Wasn't Nervous Or Afraid; But ı Sat Up And Lit My Pipe And Leaned Against A Rock.

"what You Getting Up So Soon For, Sam?" Asked Bill.

"me?" Says ı. "oh, ı Got A Kind Of A Pain In My Shoulder. ı Thought Sitting Up Would Rest It."

"you're A Liar!" Says Bill. "you're Afraid. You Was To Be Burned At Sunrise, And You Was Afraid He'd Do It. And He Would, Too, If He Could Find A Match. Ain't It Awful, Sam? Do You Think Anybody Will Pay Out Money To Get A Little Imp Like That Back Home?"

"sure," Said ı. "a Rowdy Kid Like That Is Just The Kind That Parents Dote On. Now, You And The Chief Get Up And Cook Breakfast, While ı Go Up On The Top Of This Mountain And Reconnoitre."

ı Went Up On The Peak Of The Little Mountain And Ran My Eye Over The Contiguous Vicinity. Over Toward Summit ı Expected To See The Sturdy Yeomanry Of The Village Armed With Scythes And Pitchforks Beating The Countryside For The Dastardly Kidnappers. But What ı Saw Was A Peaceful Landscape Dotted With One Man Ploughing With A Dun Mule. Nobody Was Dragging The Creek; No Couriers Dashed Hither And Yon, Bringing Tidings Of No News To The Distracted Parents. There Was A Sylvan Attitude Of Somnolent Sleepiness Pervading That Section Of The External Outward Surface Of Alabama That Lay Exposed To My View. "perhaps," Says ı To Myself, "it Has Not Yet Been Discovered That The Wolves Have Borne Away The Tender Lambkin From The Fold. Heaven Help The Wolves!" Says ı, And ı Went Down The Mountain To Breakfast.

When ı Got To The Cave ı Found Bill Backed Up Against The Side Of It, Breathing Hard, And The Boy Threatening To Smash Him With A Rock Half As Big As A Cocoanut.

"he Put A Red-hot Boiled Potato Down My Back," Explained Bill, "and Then Mashed It With His Foot; And ı Boxed His Ears. Have You Got A Gun About You, Sam?"

ı Took The Rock Away From The Boy And Kind Of Patched Up The Argument. "ı'll Fix You," Says The Kid To Bill. "no Man Ever Yet Struck The Red Chief But What He Got Paid For It. You Better Beware!"

After Breakfast The Kid Takes A Piece Of Leather With Strings Wrapped Around It Out Of His Pocket And Goes Outside The Cave Unwinding It.

"what's He Up To Now?" Says Bill, Anxiously. "you Don't Think He'll Run Away, Do You, Sam?"

"no Fear Of It," Says ı. "he Don't Seem To Be Much Of A Home Body. But We've Got To Fix Up Some Plan About The Ransom. There Don't Seem To Be Much Excitement Around Summit On Account Of His Disappearance; But Maybe They Haven't Realized Yet That He's Gone. His Folks May Think He's Spending The Night With Aunt Jane Or One Of The Neighbours. Anyhow, He'll Be Missed To-day. To-night We Must Get A Message To His Father Demanding The Two Thousand Dollars For His Return."

Just Then We Heard A Kind Of War-whoop, Such As David Might Have Emitted When He Knocked Out The Champion Goliath. ıt Was A Sling That Red Chief Had Pulled Out Of His Pocket, And He Was Whirling It Around His Head.

ı Dodged, And Heard A Heavy Thud And A Kind Of A Sigh From Bill, Like A Horse Gives Out When You Take His Saddle Off. A Niggerhead Rock The Size Of An Egg Had Caught Bill Just Behind His Left Ear. He Loosened Himself All Over And Fell In The Fire Across The Frying Pan Of Hot Water For Washing The Dishes. ı Dragged Him Out And Poured Cold Water On His Head For Half An Hour.

By And By, Bill Sits Up And Feels Behind His Ear And Says: "sam, Do You Know Who My Favourite Biblical Character Is?"

"take It Easy," Says ı. "you'll Come To Your Senses Presently."

"king Herod," Says He. "you Won't Go Away And Leave Me Here Alone, Will You, Sam?"

ı Went Out And Caught That Boy And Shook Him Until His Freckles Rattled.

"ıf You Don't Behave," Says ı, "ı'll Take You Straight Home. Now, Are You Going To Be Good, Or Not?"

"ı Was Only Funning," Says He Sullenly. "ı Didn't Mean To Hurt Old Hank. But What Did He Hit Me For? ı'll Behave,

beckeer · 02-01-08, 18:37

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27-01-07, 22:36	#1 (permalink)
~ИịgђŦмAяغ~ ¤ۜNø-F£A®ۣ..¤ Giriş Tarihi: 09-01-2007 Yer: __FoRumTR__ Mesajlar: 1,571 Rep Puanı: 9407379 Rep Gücü: 94110	The Ransom Of Red Chief / By O. Henry[FrmTR Ödev Tim] The Ransom Of Red Chief / By O. Henry ıt Looked Like A Good Thing: But Wait Till ı Tell You. We Were Down South, In Alabama--bill Driscoll And Myself-when This Kidnapping Idea Struck Us. ıt Was, As Bill Afterward Expressed It, "during A Moment Of Temporary Mental Apparition"; But We Didn't Find That Out Till Later. There Was A Town Down There, As Flat As A Flannel-cake, And Called Summit, Of Course. ıt Contained Inhabitants Of As Undeleterious And Self-satisfied A Class Of Peasantry As Ever Clustered Around A Maypole. Bill And Me Had A Joint Capital Of About Six Hundred Dollars, And We Needed Just Two Thousand Dollars More To Pull Off A Fraudulent Town-lot Scheme In Western ıllinois With. We Talked It Over On The Front Steps Of The Hotel. Philoprogenitiveness, Says We, Is Strong In Semi-rural Communities Therefore, And For Other Reasons, A Kidnapping Project Ought To Do Better There Than In The Radius Of Newspapers That Send Reporters Out In Plain Clothes To Stir Up Talk About Such Things. We Knew That Summit Couldn't Get After Us With Anything Stronger Than Constables And, Maybe, Some Lackadaisical Bloodhounds And A Diatribe Or Two In The Weekly Farmers' Budget. So, It Looked Good. We Selected For Our Victim The Only Child Of A Prominent Citizen Named Ebenezer Dorset. The Father Was Respectable And Tight, A Mortgage Fancier And A Stern, Upright Collection-plate Passer And Forecloser. The Kid Was A Boy Of Ten, With Bas-relief Freckles, And Hair The Colour Of The Cover Of The Magazine You Buy At The News-stand When You Want To Catch A Train. Bill And Me Figured That Ebenezer Would Melt Down For A Ransom Of Two Thousand Dollars To A Cent. But Wait Till ı Tell You. About Two Miles From Summit Was A Little Mountain, Covered With A Dense Cedar Brake. On The Rear Elevation Of This Mountain Was A Cave. There We Stored Provisions. One Evening After Sundown, We Drove In A Buggy Past Old Dorset's House. The Kid Was In The Street, Throwing Rocks At A Kitten On The Opposite Fence. "hey, Little Boy!" Says Bill, "would You Like To Have A Bag Of Candy And A Nice Ride?" The Boy Catches Bill Neatly In The Eye With A Piece Of Brick. "that Will Cost The Old Man An Extra Five Hundred Dollars," Says Bill, Climbing Over The Wheel. That Boy Put Up A Fight Like A Welter-weight Cinnamon Bear; But, At Last, We Got Him Down In The Bottom Of The Buggy And Drove Away. We Took Him Up To The Cave, And ı Hitched The Horse In The Cedar Brake. After Dark ı Drove The Buggy To The Little Village, Three Miles Away, Where We Had Hired It, And Walked Back To The Mountain. Bill Was Pasting Court-plaster Over The Scratches And Bruises On His Features. There Was A Fire Burning Behind The Big Rock At The Entrance Of The Cave, And The Boy Was Watching A Pot Of Boiling Coffee, With Two Buzzard Tailfeathers Stuck In His Red Hair. He Points A Stick At Me When ı Come Up, And Says: "ha! Cursed Paleface, Do You Dare To Enter The Camp Of Red Chief, The Terror Of The Plains?" "he's All Right Now," Says Bill, Rolling Up His Trousers And Examining Some Bruises On His Shins. "we're Playing ındian. We're Making Buffalo Bill's Show Look Like Magic-lantern Views Of Palestine In The Town Hall. ı'm Old Hank, The Trapper, Red Chief's Captive, And ı'm To Be Scalped At Daybreak. By Geronimo! That Kid Can Kick Hard." Yes, Sir, That Boy Seemed To Be Having The Time Of His Life. The Fun Of Camping Out In A Cave Had Made Him Forget That He Was A Captive Himself. He Immediately Christened Me Snake-eye, The Spy, And Announced That, When His Braves Returned From The Warpath, ı Was To Be Broiled At The Stake At The Rising Of The Sun. Then We Had Supper; And He Filled His Mouth Full Of Bacon And Bread And Gravy, And Began To Talk. He Made A During-dinner Speech Something Like This: "ı Like This Fine. ı Never Camped Out Before; But ı Had A Pet 'possum Once, And ı Was Nine Last Birthday. ı Hate To Go To School. Rats Ate Up Sixteen Of Jimmy Talbot's Aunt's Speckled Hen's Eggs. Are There Any Real ındians In These Woods? ı Want Some More Gravy. Does The Trees Moving Make The Wind Blow? We Had Five Puppies. What Makes Your Nose So Red, Hank? My Father Has Lots Of Money. Are The Stars Hot? ı Whipped Ed Walker Twice, Saturday. ı Don't Like Girls. You Dassent Catch Toads Unless With A String. Do Oxen Make Any Noise? Why Are Oranges Round? Have You Got Beds To Sleep On In This Cave? Amos Murray Has Got Six Toes. A Parrot Can Talk, But A Monkey Or A Fish Can't. How Many Does It Take To Make Twelve?" Every Few Minutes He Would Remember That He Was A Pesky Redskin, And Pick Up His Stick Rifle And Tiptoe To The Mouth Of The Cave To Rubber For The Scouts Of The Hated Paleface. Now And Then He Would Let Out A Warwhoop That Made Old Hank The Trapper, Shiver. That Boy Had Bill Terrorized From The Start. "red Chief," Says ı To The Kid, "would You Like To Go Home?" "aw, What For?" Says He. "ı Don't Have Any Fun At Home. ı Hate To Go To School. ı Like To Camp Out. You Won't Take Me Back Home Again, Snake-eye, Will You?" "not Right Away," Says ı. "we'll Stay Here In The Cave A While." "all Right!" Says He. "that'll Be Fine. ı Never Had Such Fun In All My Life." We Went To Bed About Eleven O'clock. We Spread Down Some Wide Blankets And Quilts And Put Red Chief Between Us. We Weren't Afraid He'd Run Away. He Kept Us Awake For Three Hours, Jumping Up And Reaching For His Rifle And Screeching: "hist! Pard," In Mine And Bill's Ears, As The Fancied *****le Of A Twig Or The Rustle Of A Leaf Revealed To His Young Imagination The Stealthy Approach Of The Outlaw Band. At Last, ı Fell Into A Troubled Sleep, And Dreamed That ı Had Been Kidnapped And Chained To A Tree By A Ferocious Pirate With Red Hair. Just At Daybreak, ı Was Awakened By A Series Of Awful Screams From Bill. They Weren't Yells, Or Howls, Or Shouts, Or Whoops, Or Yawps, Such As You'd Expect From A Manly Set Of Vocal Organs--they Were Simply Indecent, Terrifying, Humiliating Screams, Such As Women Emit When They See Ghosts Or Caterpillars. ıt's An Awful Thing To Hear A Strong, Desperate, Fat Man Scream Incontinently In A Cave At Daybreak. ı Jumped Up To See What The Matter Was. Red Chief Was Sitting On Bill's Chest, With One Hand Twined In Bill's Hair. ın The Other He Had The Sharp Case-knife We Used For Slicing Bacon; And He Was Industriously And Realistically Trying To Take Bill's Scalp, According To The Sentence That Had Been Pronounced Upon Him The Evening Before. ı Got The Knife Away From The Kid And Made Him Lie Down Again. But, From That Moment, Bill's Spirit Was Broken. He Laid Down On His Side Of The Bed, But He Never Closed An Eye Again In Sleep As Long As That Boy Was With Us. ı Dozed Off For A While, But Along Toward Sun-up ı Remembered That Red Chief Had Said ı Was To Be Burned At The Stake At The Rising Of The Sun. ı Wasn't Nervous Or Afraid; But ı Sat Up And Lit My Pipe And Leaned Against A Rock. "what You Getting Up So Soon For, Sam?" Asked Bill. "me?" Says ı. "oh, ı Got A Kind Of A Pain In My Shoulder. ı Thought Sitting Up Would Rest It." "you're A Liar!" Says Bill. "you're Afraid. You Was To Be Burned At Sunrise, And You Was Afraid He'd Do It. And He Would, Too, If He Could Find A Match. Ain't It Awful, Sam? Do You Think Anybody Will Pay Out Money To Get A Little Imp Like That Back Home?" "sure," Said ı. "a Rowdy Kid Like That Is Just The Kind That Parents Dote On. Now, You And The Chief Get Up And Cook Breakfast, While ı Go Up On The Top Of This Mountain And Reconnoitre." ı Went Up On The Peak Of The Little Mountain And Ran My Eye Over The Contiguous Vicinity. Over Toward Summit ı Expected To See The Sturdy Yeomanry Of The Village Armed With Scythes And Pitchforks Beating The Countryside For The Dastardly Kidnappers. But What ı Saw Was A Peaceful Landscape Dotted With One Man Ploughing With A Dun Mule. Nobody Was Dragging The Creek; No Couriers Dashed Hither And Yon, Bringing Tidings Of No News To The Distracted Parents. There Was A Sylvan Attitude Of Somnolent Sleepiness Pervading That Section Of The External Outward Surface Of Alabama That Lay Exposed To My View. "perhaps," Says ı To Myself, "it Has Not Yet Been Discovered That The Wolves Have Borne Away The Tender Lambkin From The Fold. Heaven Help The Wolves!" Says ı, And ı Went Down The Mountain To Breakfast. When ı Got To The Cave ı Found Bill Backed Up Against The Side Of It, Breathing Hard, And The Boy Threatening To Smash Him With A Rock Half As Big As A Cocoanut. "he Put A Red-hot Boiled Potato Down My Back," Explained Bill, "and Then Mashed It With His Foot; And ı Boxed His Ears. Have You Got A Gun About You, Sam?" ı Took The Rock Away From The Boy And Kind Of Patched Up The Argument. "ı'll Fix You," Says The Kid To Bill. "no Man Ever Yet Struck The Red Chief But What He Got Paid For It. You Better Beware!" After Breakfast The Kid Takes A Piece Of Leather With Strings Wrapped Around It Out Of His Pocket And Goes Outside The Cave Unwinding It. "what's He Up To Now?" Says Bill, Anxiously. "you Don't Think He'll Run Away, Do You, Sam?" "no Fear Of It," Says ı. "he Don't Seem To Be Much Of A Home Body. But We've Got To Fix Up Some Plan About The Ransom. There Don't Seem To Be Much Excitement Around Summit On Account Of His Disappearance; But Maybe They Haven't Realized Yet That He's Gone. His Folks May Think He's Spending The Night With Aunt Jane Or One Of The Neighbours. Anyhow, He'll Be Missed To-day. To-night We Must Get A Message To His Father Demanding The Two Thousand Dollars For His Return." Just Then We Heard A Kind Of War-whoop, Such As David Might Have Emitted When He Knocked Out The Champion Goliath. ıt Was A Sling That Red Chief Had Pulled Out Of His Pocket, And He Was Whirling It Around His Head. ı Dodged, And Heard A Heavy Thud And A Kind Of A Sigh From Bill, Like A Horse Gives Out When You Take His Saddle Off. A Niggerhead Rock The Size Of An Egg Had Caught Bill Just Behind His Left Ear. He Loosened Himself All Over And Fell In The Fire Across The Frying Pan Of Hot Water For Washing The Dishes. ı Dragged Him Out And Poured Cold Water On His Head For Half An Hour. By And By, Bill Sits Up And Feels Behind His Ear And Says: "sam, Do You Know Who My Favourite Biblical Character Is?" "take It Easy," Says ı. "you'll Come To Your Senses Presently." "king Herod," Says He. "you Won't Go Away And Leave Me Here Alone, Will You, Sam?" ı Went Out And Caught That Boy And Shook Him Until His Freckles Rattled. "ıf You Don't Behave," Says ı, "ı'll Take You Straight Home. Now, Are You Going To Be Good, Or Not?" "ı Was Only Funning," Says He Sullenly. "ı Didn't Mean To Hurt Old Hank. But What Did He Hit Me For? ı'll Behave,

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