The Cabin Part 16
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The river-bed as usual was dry. Some pools of water which had escaped from the water-wheels and dams which irrigated the plain wound in and out like serpents, forming curves and islands in a soil which was dusty, hot and uneven, more like an African desert than a river-bed.
At such times it was all white with sunlight, without the slightest spot of shade.
The carts of the farmers with their white awnings formed an encampment in the middle of the river-bed, and along the railing, placed in a row, stood the horses which were for sale; the black, kicking mules with their red caparisons and their s.h.i.+ning flanks all aquiver with nervousness; the plough horses, strong and sad, like slaves condemned to eternal labour, gazing with gla.s.sy eyes at all those who pa.s.sed as though they divined in them the new tyrant, and the small and lively nags, pawing up the dust and dragging on the halter fastened to their nose-pieces.
Near the descent were the cast-off animals; earless dirty donkeys; sad horses whose coat seemed to be pierced by the sharp angles of their fleshless bones; blind mules with long stork-like necks; all the castaways of the market, the wrecks of labour, whose hide had been well-tanned by the stick and who awaited the arrival of the contractor of bullfights or of the beggar who still put them to some use.
Near the currents of water in the centre of the river-bed, on the sh.o.r.es which dampness had covered with a thin cloak of gra.s.sy sod, trotted the colts who had not been broken, their long manes flying in the wind, and their tails sweeping the ground. Beyond the bridges, through the round stone "eyes" could be seen the herds of bulls with their legs drawn up, tranquilly ruminating the gra.s.s which the shepherds threw them, or stepping lazily over the hot ground, feeling the longing for green pastures and taking a fierce pose whenever the youngsters whistled to them from the railings.
The animation of the market was increasing. Around each horse whose sale was being arranged crowded groups of gesticulating and loquacious farmers in their s.h.i.+rt sleeves, their ash-sticks in their hands. The thin, bronzed gipsies, with their long bowed legs, in sheepskin jackets covered with patches, and fur-caps beneath which their black eyes shone feverishly, talked ceaselessly, breathing into the faces of the customers as though they wished to hypnotize them.
"But just look at the horse! Notice her lines,--why, she's a beauty!"
And the farmer, impervious to the gipsy's honeyed phrases, reserved, thoughtful and uncertain, gazed at the ground, looked at the animal, scratched his head and finally said with a species of obstinate energy:
"All right ... but I won't give any more."
To arrange the terms and solemnize the sales, the protection of a shed was sought, under which a big woman sold small cakes or filled sticky gla.s.ses with the contents of half a dozen bottles lined up on a zinc-covered table.
Batiste pa.s.sed back and forth among the horses, paying no attention to the venders who pursued him, divining his intention.
Nothing pleased him. Alas, poor Morrut! How hard it was to find his successor! If he had not been compelled by necessity, he would have left without purchasing: he felt that it was an offence to the dead horse to fix his attention on these repellent beasts.
At last he stopped before a white nag, not very fat or sleek, with a few galls on his legs and a certain air of fatigue; a beast of burden who, though dejected, looked strong and willing.
But scarcely had he pa.s.sed his hand over the animal's haunches when he found at his side the gipsy, obsequious, familiar, treating him as though he had known him all his life.
"That animal is a treasure; it is easy to see that you know good horses when you see them.... And cheap: I don't think we'll quarrel over the price ... Monote! Walk him out so this gentleman can see what a graceful swing he has!"
And the Monote referred to, a little gipsy, took the horse by the halter and ran off with him over the uneven sand. The poor beast trotted after him reluctantly, as though bored by an operation that was so frequently repeated.
The curious people ran up and gathered around Batiste and the gipsy, who were gazing at the horse as it ran. When Monote returned with the animal Batiste examined it in detail; he put his fingers between the yellow teeth, pa.s.sed his hands over his whole body, raised his hoofs to inspect them, and looked carefully between his legs.
"Look, look!" said the gipsy, ... "he's just made for it.... Cleaner than the plate of the Eucharist. No one is cheated here; everything open and aboveboard. I don't fix up horses the way the others do who disfigure a burro before you can take your breath. I bought him last week and I even didn't fix up those trifles he has on the legs. You saw what a graceful swing he has. And for drawing a wagon? Why an elephant wouldn't have the push to him that he has! You can see the signs of it there on his neck."
Batiste did not look dissatisfied with his examination, but he tried to look displeased and made grimaces and rasped his throat. His misfortunes as a carter had given him knowledge of horses and he laughed inwardly at some of the curious ones who, influenced by the bad looks of the horse, were arguing with the gipsy, telling him that the horse was fit only to be sent to the boneyard. His sad and weary appearance was that of beasts of labour who obey as long as they can stand on their legs.
The moment of decision came. He would buy him. How much?
"Since it's for a friend," said the gipsy, touching his shoulder caressingly, "since it's for a nice fellow like you who will treat this jewel of a horse well, I'll let him go for forty dollars and the bargain's made."
Batiste received this broadside calmly, like a man well used to such discussions, and smiled slyly.
"Well, since it's you I'm dealing with. I won't offer you much less. Do you want twenty-five?"
The gipsy stretched out his arms with dramatic indignation, retreated a few steps, pulled at his fur cap, and made all kinds of extravagant and grotesque gestures to express his amazement.
"Mother of G.o.d! Twenty-five dollars! But did you look at the animal?
Even if I had stolen him, I couldn't sell him at that price!"
But Batiste, to all his extravagant talk, always made the same reply:
"Twenty-five. Not a cent more."
And the gipsy, after exhausting all his persuasions, which were by no means few, fell back on the supreme argument.
"Monote ... walk the horse out ... so the gentleman can get a good look at him."
And away trotted Monote again, pulling the horse by the halter, more and more bored by all these promenadings.
"What a gait, hey?" said the gipsy. "You'd think he was a prince. Isn't he worth twenty-five dollars to you?"
"Not a penny more," repeated the hard-headed Batiste.
"Monote ... come back. That's enough."
And feigning indignation, the gipsy turned his back on the purchaser, intimating thereby that all the bargaining was off, but on seeing that Batiste was really leaving, his seriousness disappeared.
"Come, sir.... What's your name?... Ah! Well, look, Mr. Batiste, so that you can see that I like you and want you to own this treasure, I'm going to do for you what I wouldn't do for any one else. Do you agree to thirty-five dollars? Come now, say yes. I swear to you on your life that I wouldn't do as much for my own father."
This time his protestations, on seeing that the farmer was not moved by the reduction and offered him a beggarly two dollars more, were even livelier and more gesticulatory than before. Why, did that jewel of a horse inspire him with no more liking than that? But man alive, hadn't he eyes in his head to see his value? Come, Monote; take him out again.
But Monote didn't have to tire himself out again, for Batiste departed, pretending that he had given up the purchase.
He wandered through the market looking at other horses from afar, but always gazing out of the tail of his eye at the gipsy, who similarly feigning indifference, was following and watching him.
He approached a big, strong, sleek horse which he did not think of buying, divining his high price. He had scarcely pa.s.sed his hand over the haunches when he felt a warm breath on his face, and heard the gipsy's voice murmuring:--
"Thirty-three.... On your children's lives, don't say no; you see I'm reasonable."
"Twenty-eight," said Batiste, without turning around.
When he grew tired of admiring that beautiful beast, he went on, and to have something to do, watched an old farmer's wife haggling over a donkey.
The first gipsy had gone back to his horse again, and was gazing at him from afar, and shaking the halter-rope as though he were calling him.
Batiste slowly drew near him, pretending absent-mindedness, looking at the bridges over which pa.s.sed the parasols of the women of the city, like many-coloured movable cupolas.
It was now noon. The sand of the river-bed grew hot; not the slightest breath of wind pa.s.sed over the s.p.a.ce between the railings. In that hot and sticky atmosphere, the sun beat down vertically penetrating the skin and burning the lips.
The gipsy advanced a few steps toward Batiste, offering him the end of the rope, as a kind of taking of possession.
"Neither your offer nor mine. Thirty, and G.o.d knows I get no profit on it. Thirty ... don't say no, or you'll make me wild. Come, put it there!"
Batiste took the rope and offered his hand to the vender who pressed it with much feeling. The bargain was concluded.
The former began to take from his sash all that plethora of savings which swelled out his stomach like an undigested meal: a bank-note that the master had loaned him, a few silver dollars, a handful of small change wrapped up in a paper-cone. When the count was completed, he could not get out of going with the gipsy to the shed to invite him to take a drink, and giving a few pennies to Monote for all his trottings.
"You're carrying off the treasure of the market. It's a lucky day for you, Mist' Bautista: you crossed yourself with your right hand, and the Virgin came out to look at you."
The Cabin Part 16
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