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| FOR SEVERAL WEEKS after my sleigh-ride, we heard nothing
from the Shimerdas. My sore throat kept me indoors,
and grandmother had a cold which made the housework heavy for her.
When Sunday came she was glad to have a day of rest. One night
at supper Fuchs told us he had seen Mr. Shimerda out hunting.
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| `He's made himself a rabbit-skin cap, Jim, and a rabbit-skin collar
that he buttons on outside his coat. They ain't got but one
overcoat among 'em over there, and they take turns wearing it.
They seem awful scared of cold, and stick in that hole
in the bank like badgers.'
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| `All but the crazy boy,' Jake put in. `He never wears the coat.
Krajiek says he's turrible strong and can stand anything.
I guess rabbits must be getting scarce in this locality.
Ambrosch come along by the cornfield yesterday where I
was at work and showed me three prairie dogs he'd shot.
He asked me if they was good to eat. I spit and made a face
and took on, to scare him, but he just looked like he was
smarter'n me and put 'em back in his sack and walked off.'
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| Grandmother looked up in alarm and spoke to grandfather.
`Josiah, you don't suppose Krajiek would let them poor creatures
eat prairie dogs, do you?'
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| `You had better go over and see our neighbours tomorrow, Emmaline,'
he replied gravely.
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| Fuchs put in a cheerful word and said prairie dogs were clean beasts and
ought to be good for food, but their family connections were against them.
I asked what he meant, and he grinned and said they belonged to
the rat family.
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| When I went downstairs in the morning, I found grandmother and Jake packing
a hamper basket in the kitchen.
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| `Now, Jake,' grandmother was saying, `if you can find that old rooster that
got his comb froze, just give his neck a twist, and we'll take him along.
There's no good reason why Mrs. Shimerda couldn't have got hens
from her neighbours last fall and had a hen-house going by now.
I reckon she was confused and didn't know where to begin.
I've come strange to a new country myself, but I never forgot hens
are a good thing to have, no matter what you don't have.
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| `Just as you say, ma'm,' said Jake, `but I hate to think of Krajiek
getting a leg of that old rooster.' He tramped out through the long
cellar and dropped the heavy door behind him.
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| After breakfast grandmother and Jake and I bundled ourselves up
and climbed into the cold front wagon-seat. As we approached
the Shimerdas', we heard the frosty whine of the pump and
saw Antonia, her head tied up and her cotton dress blown about her,
throwing all her weight on the pump-handle as it went up and down.
She heard our wagon, looked back over her shoulder, and, catching up
her pail of water, started at a run for the hole in the bank.
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| Jake helped grandmother to the ground, saying he would
bring the provisions after he had blanketed his horses.
We went slowly up the icy path toward the door sunk in the drawside.
Blue puffs of smoke came from the stovepipe that stuck out through
the grass and snow, but the wind whisked them roughly away.
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| Mrs. Shimerda opened the door before we knocked and seized
grandmother's hand. She did not say `How do!' as usual,
but at once began to cry, talking very fast in her own language,
pointing to her feet which were tied up in rags, and looking
about accusingly at everyone.
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| The old man was sitting on a stump behind the stove,
crouching over as if he were trying to hide from us.
Yulka was on the floor at his feet, her kitten in her lap.
She peeped out at me and smiled, but, glancing up at her mother,
hid again. Antonia was washing pans and dishes in a dark corner.
The crazy boy lay under the only window, stretched on
a gunny-sack stuffed with straw. As soon as we entered,
he threw a grain-sack over the crack at the bottom of the door.
The air in the cave was stifling, and it was very dark, too.
A lighted lantern, hung over the stove, threw out a
feeble yellow glimmer.
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| Mrs. Shimerda snatched off the covers of two barrels behind the door,
and made us look into them. In one there were some potatoes that had
been frozen and were rotting, in the other was a little pile of flour.
Grandmother murmured something in embarrassment, but the Bohemian woman
laughed scornfully, a kind of whinny-laugh, and, catching up an empty
coffee-pot from the shelf, shook it at us with a look positively vindictive.
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| Grandmother went on talking in her polite Virginia way, not admitting
their stark need or her own remissness, until Jake arrived with
the hamper, as if in direct answer to Mrs. Shimerda's reproaches.
Then the poor woman broke down. She dropped on the floor beside
her crazy son, hid her face on her knees, and sat crying bitterly.
Grandmother paid no heed to her, but called Antonia to come
and help empty the basket. Tony left her corner reluctantly.
I had never seen her crushed like this before.
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| `You not mind my poor mamenka, Mrs. Burden. She is so sad,'
she whispered, as she wiped her wet hands on her skirt and took
the things grandmother handed her.
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| The crazy boy, seeing the food, began to make soft, gurgling noises and
stroked his stomach. Jake came in again, this time with a sack of potatoes.
Grandmother looked about in perplexity.
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| `Haven't you got any sort of cave or cellar outside, Antonia?
This is no place to keep vegetables. How did your potatoes get frozen?'
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| `We get from Mr. Bushy, at the post-office what he throw out.
We got no potatoes, Mrs. Burden,' Tony admitted mournfully.
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| When Jake went out, Marek crawled along the floor and stuffed up
the door-crack again. Then, quietly as a shadow, Mr. Shimerda came
out from behind the stove. He stood brushing his hand over his smooth
grey hair, as if he were trying to clear away a fog about his head.
He was clean and neat as usual, with his green neckcloth and his coral pin.
He took grandmother's arm and led her behind the stove, to the back
of the room. In the rear wall was another little cave; a round hole,
not much bigger than an oil barrel, scooped out in the black earth.
When I got up on one of the stools and peered into it, I saw
some quilts and a pile of straw. The old man held the lantern.
`Yulka,' he said in a low, despairing voice, `Yulka; my Antonia!'
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| Grandmother drew back. `You mean they sleep in there--your girls?'
He bowed his head.
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| Tony slipped under his arm. `It is very cold on the floor, and this is warm
like the badger hole. I like for sleep there,' she insisted eagerly.
`My mamenka have nice bed, with pillows from our own geese in Bohemie.
See, Jim?' She pointed to the narrow bunk which Krajiek had built
against the wall for himself before the Shimerdas came.
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| Grandmother sighed. `Sure enough, where WOULD you sleep, dear!
I don't doubt you're warm there. You'll have a better house
after while, Antonia, and then you will forget these hard times.'
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| Mr. Shimerda made grandmother sit down on the only chair and pointed
his wife to a stool beside her. Standing before them with his hand on
Antonia's shoulder, he talked in a low tone, and his daughter translated.
He wanted us to know that they were not beggars in the old country;
he made good wages, and his family were respected there.
He left Bohemia with more than a thousand dollars in savings, after their
passage money was paid. He had in some way lost on exchange in New York,
and the railway fare to Nebraska was more than they had expected.
By the time they paid Krajiek for the land, and bought his horses
and oxen and some old farm machinery, they had very little money left.
He wished grandmother to know, however, that he still had some money.
If they could get through until spring came, they would buy a cow
and chickens and plant a garden, and would then do very well.
Ambrosch and Antonia were both old enough to work in the fields,
and they were willing to work. But the snow and the bitter weather
had disheartened them all.
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| Antonia explained that her father meant to build a new house
for them in the spring; he and Ambrosch had already split
the logs for it, but the logs were all buried in the snow,
along the creek where they had been felled.
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| While grandmother encouraged and gave them advice, I sat
down on the floor with Yulka and let her show me her kitten.
Marek slid cautiously toward us and began to exhibit his webbed fingers.
I knew he wanted to make his queer noises for me--to bark like a dog
or whinny like a horse--but he did not dare in the presence of his elders.
Marek was always trying to be agreeable, poor fellow, as if he had
it on his mind that he must make up for his deficiencies.
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| Mrs. Shimerda grew more calm and reasonable before our visit
was over, and, while Antonia translated, put in a word now
and then on her own account. The woman had a quick ear,
and caught up phrases whenever she heard English spoken.
As we rose to go, she opened her wooden chest and brought
out a bag made of bed-ticking, about as long as a flour
sack and half as wide, stuffed full of something.
At sight of it, the crazy boy began to smack his lips.
When Mrs. Shimerda opened the bag and stirred the contents
with her hand, it gave out a salty, earthy smell,
very pungent, even among the other odours of that cave.
She measured a teacup full, tied it up in a bit of sacking,
and presented it ceremoniously to grandmother.
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| `For cook,' she announced. `Little now; be very much when cook,'
spreading out her hands as if to indicate that the pint would
swell to a gallon. `Very good. You no have in this country.
All things for eat better in my country.'
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| `Maybe so, Mrs. Shimerda,' grandmother said dryly.
`I can't say but I prefer our bread to yours, myself.'
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| Antonia undertook to explain. `This very good, Mrs. Burden'--
she clasped her hands as if she could not express how good--'it
make very much when you cook, like what my mama say.
Cook with rabbit, cook with chicken, in the gravy--oh, so good!'
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| All the way home grandmother and Jake talked about how easily good Christian
people could forget they were their brothers' keepers.
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| `I will say, Jake, some of our brothers and sisters are hard to keep.
Where's a body to begin, with these people? They're wanting in everything,
and most of all in horse-sense. Nobody can give 'em that, I guess.
Jimmy, here, is about as able to take over a homestead as they are.
Do you reckon that boy Ambrosch has any real push in him?'
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| `He's a worker, all right, ma'm, and he's got some ketch-on about him;
but he's a mean one. Folks can be mean enough to get on in this world;
and then, ag'in, they can be too mean.'
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| That night, while grandmother was getting supper, we opened
the package Mrs. Shimerda had given her. It was full of little
brown chips that looked like the shavings of some root.
They were as light as feathers, and the most noticeable
thing about them was their penetrating, earthy odour.
We could not determine whether they were animal or vegetable.
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| `They might be dried meat from some queer beast, Jim.
They ain't dried fish, and they never grew on stalk or vine.
I'm afraid of 'em. Anyhow, I shouldn't want to eat anything that
had been shut up for months with old clothes and goose pillows.'
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| She threw the package into the stove, but I bit off a corner
of one of the chips I held in my hand, and chewed it tentatively.
I never forgot the strange taste; though it was many years before I
knew that those little brown shavings, which the Shimerdas had
brought so far and treasured so jealously, were dried mushrooms.
They had been gathered, probably, in some deep Bohemian forest....
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