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The View from Castle Rock

The View from Castle Rock

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Autoren: Alice Munro
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fact there were two or three conversations-one about the trouble in Mexico, another about where a railroad was going, which got mixed up with one about a gold strike. Some men smoked cigars at the table and if the spittoons were not handy they turned around and spat on the floor. The man sitting beside Mary tried to open a conversation more suited to a lady, asking if she had been to the tent meeting. She did not at first understand that he was speaking of a revival meeting, but when she did she said that she had no use for such things, and he begged her pardon and spoke no more.
    She thought that she should not have spoken so shortly, especially as she was depending on him to pass her the bread. On the other hand, she was aware that Andrew, sitting on her other side, would not have liked her talking. Not to that man, maybe not to anybody. Andrew kept his head down and curtailed his answers. Just as he’d done when he was a lad at school. It had always been hard to tell whether he was disapproving, or just shy.
    Will had been freer. Will might have wanted to hear about Mexico. So long as the men talking knew what they were talking about. Often, he thought that people didn’t. When you considered that streak in him, Will had not been so unlike Andrew, not so unlike his family, as he himself thought.
    One thing there was no word of here was religion-unless you wanted to count the revival meeting, and Mary did not. No fierce arguments about doctrine. No mention either of ghosts or weird visitors, as in the old days in Ettrick. Here it was all down-to-earth, it was all about what you could find and do and understand about the real world under your feet, and she supposed that Will would have approved-that was the world he had thought he was heading for.
    She squeezed out of her place, telling Andrew she was too tired to take another bite, and headed for the front hall.
    At the screen door the little tag end of a breeze found its way between her sweaty dusty clothing and her skin, and she longed for the deep still night, though there was probably never such a thing in an inn. Besides the hubbub in the dining room she could hear the clatter in the kitchen and out the back door the splash of slops dumped into the pig trough, with the pigs squealing for them. And in the yard the rising voices of children, her own among them.
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    She clapped her hands and shouted.
    “Robbie and Tommy! Johnnie, bring the little lads in.”
    When she saw that Johnnie had heard her she didn’t wait, but turned and climbed the stairs.

    Johnnie, herding his brothers into the hall, looked up to see his mother at the top of the stairs, looking at him with terrible cold fright, as if she didn’t know him. She took one step down and stumbled and righted herself just in time, grabbing hold of the bannister rail. She raised her head and met his eyes but could not speak. He cried out, running up the steps, and heard her say, almost without breath, “The baby-”
    She meant that the baby was gone. The bolsters were not disturbed, nor was the cloth that had been placed between them, on top of the quilt. The baby had been picked up with care and taken away.
    Johnnie’s cry brought a crowd, almost at once. The news travelled from one person to another. Andrew reached Mary and said to her, “Are you sure?” then made his way past her to the room. Thomas cried out in his piercing small child’s voice that the doggies had eaten his baby.
    “That’s a lie,” the woman of the inn shouted, as if tackling a grown man. “Those dogs never hurt anybody in their life. They won’t even kill a groundhog.”
    Mary said, “No. No.” Thomas ran to her and butted his head between her legs and she sank down on the steps.
    She said she knew what had happened. Trying to get her breath steady then, she said that it was Becky Johnson.
    Andrew had come back from looking around the bedroom and making sure it was as she said. He asked her what she meant.
    Mary said that Becky Johnson had treated that baby almost as if it was her own. She wanted so much to keep that baby with her that she must have come and stolen her.
    “She’s a squaw,” said Jamie, explaining to the people around him at the bottom of the stairs. “She was following us today. I saw her.”
    Several people, but most forcibly Andrew, wanted to know where he had seen her and was he sure it was her and why had he not said anything. Jamie said that he had

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