第27章TheStub-book
PedrodeAlar
OldBuscabeata'sbattheperiodofwhichIamgoihereasonwasthathewassixtyyearsold,fortyofentieceofgroundonthebanksoftheRiverCostilla。Thatyearhehadcultivatedonhisfarmaouspumpkins,andthesepumpkinshadattainedanecolorbothi,whichshowedthatitwashofJuaskneweaperfectlybyitsform,itsstateofripeshefortywhichwerefattestaincolour。Hespentallhisdaysgazienderly,andsadlyexg,"Soonweshallhavetopart!"
&ernoonhedethesacrifitedtotheripestofhisbelovedpumpkins,whisomucheffort,andsaidtheterriblewords,"TomorrowIwillcutthesefortyaotheCadizmarket。Happyisthemanwhoilleatthem!"Andhewalkedbacktothehousewithsloewiththeagonyofafatherwhoisgoingtomarryoffhisdaughteronthefollowingday。"Mypoordearpumpkins!"hesighedagainandagaiofallasleep。Butthe,"WhatelseIdobutsellthem?Icultivatedthemforthatpurpose。AtleastIwillreceivefifteendurosforthem。"
Imagiremeasto,furyaiohefolltothefarm,hediscoveredthathehadbeenrthenightofhisfortypumpkiimeIwillmerelysaythathewasfilledwithtragidthatherepeatedagainandagaierriblewords,"Oh,ifIcatchyou,ifIcatchyou!"
Theoreflect,dhedecidedthathisbelovedpumpkinsotbeinRota,hisnativevillage。Itwouldbeimpossibletoputthemoherebecausetheywnized。Besides,pumpkichedaverylowpricethere。
"TheyareinCadiz!"Hedecidedaftermuchthought。"Thatrascal,therobber,robbedmelastnightateno'descapedwiththematmidnightinthecargoboat。IwilltaketheboatthisverymfordIwillbeverymuchsurprisedifIdonotcatchtherobberahedaughtersofmylabour。"Sosayiremaiweheseofthedisasterasifgthemissingpumpkinsterriblepuherobber,untilitwaseighto'dheleftiio。
Itwasalmostreadytosail。ItleavesforCadizeverymatnineo'clpasseasthecargoboatleaveseverynightatmidnightgfruitaables。
ThatmathalfpastteaspausedinfroablestallintheCadizmarket-pladsaidtoaboredpoliwhowasstandingby。"Thosearemypumpkiman!"Aedtothemert。
"Arrestme!"exclaimedthemert,surprisedandfurious。"Thosepumpkinsaremithem。。。"
"You'llbeabletotellthattothejudge,"answeredBuscabeatas。
"Ios;t。"
"Youwill。"
"You'rearascal。"
"You'reathief。"
"Youshouldspeakwithmorepoliteness。Menshouldnottalktoeachotherinthisfashion,"thepolisaidwithextremecalm,hittihemi。Meanwhileacrowdhadcolleditwasnotlohereappearedthepolispectorofthepublicmarket,theioroffood。
Thepolitoldthisgreatmaneio。
"Fromwhomdidyoubuythesepumpkins?"theioraskedimportantly。
"FromFulano,theoldmanfromRota,"themertreplied。
"Thatwouldbetheman!"criedBuscabeatas。"That'sthefellowIsuspected!Hisfarmispoor,aproduceslittle,hebeginstorobhisneighbours。"
"Butifweadmitthatyouwererobbedlastnightoffortypumpkins,"saidtheior,"horovethattheseandnoothers,areyours?"
"Why?"repliedBuscabeatas。"Beowthemaswellasyouknhters,ifyouhaveany,don'tyouseethatIhaveraisedthem?Lookhere!Thisoneiscalled'theroundone',thatoneis'thefatfelloos;,thisoneis'theredone',thatis'Manuela'becausesheresemblesmyyouer。"Andthepooroldmaocrybitterly。
"Allthisisverygood,"aheior。"Butthelawdoesisfiedwiththefactynizeyourpumpkins。Itishatauthorityshouldbecedthatthethiedandthatyoushouldidentifyitroofs。Senores,youneedn'tsmile。Iamalawyer。"
"Well,youwillsoohatthepumpkins;andyouwillseethemwithoutmovingfromthisplace。"
Buscabeatas'swordsastoors,buthedroppedonthegroundapackagewhichhehadbeenginhishadownandcalmlybegasinthehandkerchiefwhichwasroundthepackage。
"Whatishegoi?"everybodyaskedwithastohesametimeanothercuriousspectatorjoihedseeiexclaimed,"Iamgladyouarehere,Fulano!Thismansaysthatthesepumpkins,whielastolen。Youexplain。。。"
Theurnedyellowaoescape。Butherevented,andinadditioestedthatheshouldremain。"Igrewthesepumpkinsonmyfarm,"hesaid,"andnooneprovethetrary。"
"Nowyouwillsee,"saidBuscabeatas,openingthehateredonthegroundaquantityofpumpkinstalks,stillgreehen,sittingoahlaughter,hesaid,"Gentlemen,haveyoueverpaidtaxes?Ifso,haveyouseenthatgreenbookwhichthetax-collectorcarries?Receiptsareit,aubbywhibeprovedtisfalseornot。"
"Whatyaboutisthestub-book,"saidtheiravely。
"ThatiswhatIamgwithme;itisthestub-bookofmygardehestalksthatwereattapkiheywerestolenfromme。Andifyoudonotbelieveme,lookatthem。Thisstalkbelohispumpkin。Nobodydoubtit。Thisotherone,asyoueasilysee,belohisohisone,whichiswider,mustbelongtothisotheroly!Andthisohato;
&hesewords,hefittedastalktothehinthepumpkiludwithastohespectatorssawthatthestalkexactlyfittedtheshapeofthehole。Thentheyall,ingthepolidtheiorhimself,bentdownlowaoassistBuscabeatasinthisstrangeproof,allsayingwithchildishpleasure,"Yes,yes!Itislyso!Thisonebelongshere!Doyousee?"
Theoldfarmer'seyesfilledpihepoliselvesreadytotaketherobberofftoprison。
ItisuosaythatthispleasurewasgrahatFulanowasobligedtoreturthefifteenduroshehadreceived。
Buscabeatasreturawithdeepsatisfa,buthekeptsayingontheway,"Howbeautifultheylookedi-place!Ishouldhavebroughtbauela,sothatImighteathertonightaheseeds。"