Their　little　daughter　goes　to　the　landing…place　by　the　river；　there　she　has　no　end　of　scouring　and　scrubbing　of　pots　and　pans。

Her　little　brother；　with　shaven　head　and　brown；　naked；　mud…covered　limbs；follows　after　her　and　waits　patiently　on　the　high　bank　at　her　bidding。

She　goes　back　home　with　the　full　pitcher　poised　on　her　head；　the　shining　brass　pot　in　her　left　hand；　holding　the　child　with　her　right—she　the　tiny　servant　of　her　mother；　grave　with　the　weight　of　the　household　cares。　電子書　分享網站

園丁集 第十二章（6）

One　day　I　saw　this　naked　boy　sitting　with　legs　outstretched。

In　the　water　his　sister　sat　rubbing　a　drinking…pot　with　a　handful　of　earth；　turning　it　round　and　round。

Near　by　a　soft…haired　lamb　stood　gazing　along　the　bank。

It　came　close　to　where　the　boy　sat　and　suddenly　bleated　aloud；　and　the　child　started　up　and　screamed。

His　sister　left　off　cleaning　her　pot　and　ran　up。

She　took　up　her　brother　in　one　arm　and　the　lamb　in　the　other；　and　dividing　her　caresses　between　them　bound　in　one　bond　of　affection　the　offspring　of　beast　and　man。

The　Gardener 78

It　was　in　May。　The　sultry　noon　seemed　endlessly　long。　The　dry　earth　gaped　with　thirst　in　the　heat。

When　I　heard　from　the　riverside　a　voice　calling；　“e；　my　darling！”

I　shut　my　book　and　opened　the　window　to　look　out。

I　saw　a　big　buffalo　with　mud…stained　hide；　standing　near　the　river　with　placid；patient　eyes；　and　a　youth；　knee　deep　in　water；　calling　it　to　its　bath。

I　smiled　amused　and　felt　a　touch　of　sweetness　in　my　heart。

The　Gardener 79

I　often　wonder　where　lie　hidden　the　boundaries　of　recognition　between　man　and　the　beast　whose　heart　knows　no　spoken　language。

Through　what　primal　paradise　in　a　remote　mor