【荆棘鸟】第六章 06

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Fee and Meggie would strew¹ it with sawdust Stuart carefully collected from the woodheap, sprinkle the sawdust with precious particles of water and sweep the damp, pungent-fragrant mess away out of doors, down off the veranda² onto the vegetable garden, there to decompose³ itself to humus.

But nothing kept the dust at bay for long, and after a while the creek⁴ dried up to a string of waterholes, so that there was no water to be pumped up from it to kitchen or bathroom. Stuart took the tank truck out to the borehead and brought it back full, emptied it into one of the spare rain tanks, and the women had to get used to a different kind of horrible water on dishes and clothes and bodies, worse than muddy creek water. The rank, sulphur-smelling minerally stuff had to be wiped off dishes scrupulously⁵, and made the hair dull and coarse, like straw. What little rain water they had was used strictly⁶ for drinking and cooking.

Father Ralph watched Meggie tenderly. She was brushing Patsy's curly red head, Jims standing⁷ obediently but a little rockily waiting for his turn, both pairs of bright blue eyes turned up to her adoringly. Just like a tiny mother, she was. It had to be a thing born in them, he mused⁸, that peculiar⁹ obsession¹⁰ women had for infants, else at her age she would have regarded it as a duty rather than pure pleasure, and been off to do something more alluring¹¹ as fast as she could. Instead she was deliberately¹² prolonging the process, crimping Patsy's hair between her fingers to shape waves out of its unruliness. For a while the priest was charmed with her activity, then he whacked¹³ the side of his dusty boot with his crop and stared moodily¹⁴ off the veranda toward the big house, hidden by its ghost gums and vines, the profusion¹⁵ of station buildings and pepper trees which lay between its isolation¹⁶ and this hub of station life, the head stockman's residence. What plot was she weaving, that old spider up there at the center of her vast web? "Father, you're not watching!" Meggie accused him. "I'm sorry, Meggie. I was thinking." He turned back to her as she finished with Jims; the three of them stood watching him expectantly until he bent¹⁷ and scooped¹⁸ the twins up, one on either hip¹⁹. "Let's go and see your Auntie Mary, shall we?Meggie followed him up the track carrying his crop and leading the chestnut²⁰ mare²¹; he toted the infants with easy familiarity and seemed not to mind, though it was almost a mile from the creek to the big house."

 

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