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Antonia, by Willa Sibert Cather
Book I: The Shimerdas
AFTERNOON WE WERE having our reading lesson on the warm, grassy bank where
the badger lived. It was a
day of amber sunlight, but there was a shiver of coming winter in the air.
I had seen ice on the little horsepond that morning, and as we went
through the garden we found the tall asparagus, with its red berries,
lying on the ground, a mass of slimy green.
was barefooted, and she shivered in her cotton dress and was comfortable
only when we were tucked down on the baked earth, in the full blaze of the
sun. She could talk to me about almost anything by this time. That
afternoon she was telling me how highly esteemed our friend the badger was
in her part of the world, and how men kept a special kind of dog, with
very short legs, to hunt him. Those dogs, she said, went down into the
hole after the badger and killed him there in a terrific struggle
underground; you could hear the barks and yelps outside.
Then the dog dragged himself back, covered with bites and
scratches, to be rewarded and petted by his master.
She knew a dog who had a star on his collar for every badger he had
rabbits were unusually spry that afternoon.
They kept starting up all about us, and dashing off down the draw
as if they were playing a game of some kind.
But the little buzzing things that lived in the grass were all
dead--all but one. While we were lying there against the warm bank, a
little insect of the palest, frailest green hopped painfully out of the
buffalo grass and tried to leap into a bunch of bluestem. He missed it,
fell back, and sat with his head sunk between his long legs, his antennae
quivering, as if he were waiting for something to come and finish him.
Tony made a warm nest for him in her hands; talked to him gaily and
indulgently in Bohemian. Presently he began to sing for us--a thin, rusty
little chirp. She held him close to her ear and laughed, but a moment
afterward I saw there were tears in her eyes.
She told me that in her village at home there was an old beggar
woman who went about selling herbs and roots she had dug up in the forest.
If you took her in and gave her a warm place by the fire, she sang old
songs to the children in a cracked voice, like this. Old Hata, she was
called, and the children loved to see her coming and saved their cakes and
sweets for her.
the bank on the other side of the draw began to throw a narrow shelf of
shadow, we knew we ought to be starting homeward; the chill came on
quickly when the sun got low, and Antonia's dress was thin. What were we
to do with the frail little creature we had lured back to life by false
pretences? I offered my
pockets, but Tony shook her head and carefully put the green insect in her
hair, tying her big handkerchief down loosely over her curls. I said I
would go with her until we could see Squaw Creek, and then turn and run
home. We drifted along lazily, very happy, through the magical
light of the late afternoon.
those fall afternoons were the same, but I never got used to them. As far
as we could see, the miles of copper-red grass were drenched in sunlight
that was stronger and fiercer than at any other time of the day.
The blond cornfields were red gold, the haystacks turned rosy and
threw long shadows. The whole
prairie was like the bush that burned with fire and was not consumed. That
hour always had the exultation of victory, of triumphant ending, like a
hero's death--heroes who died young and gloriously. It was a sudden
transfiguration, a lifting-up of day.
many an afternoon Antonia and I have trailed along the prairie under that
magnificence! And always two
long black shadows flitted before us or followed after, dark spots on the
had been silent a long time, and the edge of the sun sank nearer and nearer
the prairie floor, when we saw a figure moving on the edge of the upland, a
gun over his shoulder. He was walking slowly, dragging his feet along as if
he had no purpose. We broke into a run to overtake him.
papa sick all the time,' Tony panted as we flew. `He not look good, Jim.'
we neared Mr. Shimerda she shouted, and he lifted his head and peered about.
Tony ran up to him, caught his hand and pressed it against her cheek. She was the only one of his family who could rouse the old
man from the torpor in which he seemed to live. He took the bag from his
belt and showed us three rabbits he had shot, looked at Antonia with a
wintry flicker of a smile and began to tell her something.
She turned to me.
tatinek make me little hat with the skins, little hat for winter!' she
exclaimed joyfully. `Meat for
eat, skin for hat'--she told off these benefits on her fingers.
father put his hand on her hair, but she caught his wrist and lifted it
carefully away, talking to him rapidly. I heard the name of old Hata.
He untied the handkerchief, separated her hair with his fingers, and
stood looking down at the green insect.
When it began to chirp faintly, he listened as if it were a beautiful
picked up the gun he had dropped; a queer piece from the old country, short
and heavy, with a stag's head on the cock. When he saw me examining it, he
turned to me with his far-away look that always made me feel as if I were
down at the bottom of a well. He spoke kindly and gravely, and Antonia
tatinek say when you are big boy, he give you his gun. Very fine, from
Bohemie. It was belong to a
great man, very rich, like what you not got here; many fields, many forests,
many big house. My papa play for his wedding, and he give my papa fine gun,
and my papa give you.'
was glad that this project was one of futurity.
There never were such people as the Shimerdas for wanting to give
away everything they had. Even
the mother was always offering me things, though I knew she expected
substantial presents in return. We stood there in friendly silence, while
the feeble minstrel sheltered in Antonia's hair went on with its scratchy
chirp. The old man's smile, as he listened, was so full of sadness, of pity
for things, that I never afterward forgot it. As the sun sank there came a
sudden coolness and the strong smell of earth and drying grass.
Antonia and her father went off hand in hand, and I buttoned up my
jacket and raced my shadow home.
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