Whisper from the Woods: Noche Files II
They were people, but they lived like animals. No recordaba que ninguno de ellos hubiese hecho una jornada de trabajo honrado. Hay medios para retenerlos en la escuela por la fuerza, pero es una necedad obligar a gente como los Ewell a un ambiente nuevo You must obey the law. In certain circumstances the common folk judiciously allowed them certain privileges by the simple method of becoming blind to some of the Ewells' activities. They didn't have to go to school, for one thing. Another thing, Mr. Bob Ewell, Burris's father, was permitted to hunt and trap out of season.
Debes obedecer la ley. Dijo luego que los Ewell eran miembros de una sociedad cerrada, formada por los Ewell. Por ejemplo, no estaban obligados a ir a la escuela. In Maycomb County, hunting out of season was a misdemeanor at law, a capital felony in the eyes of the populace. I don't know of any landowner around here who begrudges those children any game their father can hit. Ewell shouldn't do that-". Are you going to take out your disapproval on his children?
When Atticus looked down at me I saw the expression on his face that always made me expect something. It works this way," he said. Is it a bargain? Es como sigue-dijo—. Si reconoces la necesidad de ir a la escuela, seguiremos leyendo todas las noches como lo hemos hecho siempre. As I opened the front screen door Atticus said, "By the way, Scout, you'd better not say anything at school about our agreement.
Jem and I were accustomed to our father's last-will and-testament diction, and we were at all times free to interrupt Atticus for a translation when it was beyond our understanding.
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Atticus kept us in fits that evening, gravely reading columns of print about a man who sat on a flagpole for no discernible reason, which was reason enough for Jem to spend the following Saturday aloft in the treehouse. Jem sat from after breakfast until sunset and would have remained overnight had not Atticus severed his supply lines. I had spent most of the day climbing up and down, running errands for him, providing him with literature, nourishment and water, and was carrying him blankets for the night when Atticus said if I paid no attention to him, Jem would come down.
Atticus was right. Chapter 4. The remainder of my school days were no more auspicious than the first. Indeed, they were an endless Project that slowly evolved into a Unit, in which miles of construction paper and wax crayon were expended by the State of Alabama in its well-meaning but fruitless efforts to teach me Group Dynamics. What Jem called the Dewey Decimal System was school-wide by the end of my first year, so I had no chance to compare it with other teaching techniques.
I could only look around me: Atticus and my uncle, who went to school at home, knew everything-at least, what one didn't know the other did. Furthermore, I couldn't help noticing that my father had served for years in the state legislature, elected each time without opposition, innocent of the adjustments my teachers thought essential to the development of Good Citizenship.
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Jem, educated on a half-Decimal half - Duncecap basis, seemed to function effectively alone or in a group, but Jem was a poor example: no tutorial system devised by man could have stopped him from getting at books. As for me, I knew nothing except what I gathered from Time magazine and reading everything I could lay hands on at home, but as I inched sluggishly along the treadmill of the Maycomb County school system, I could not help receiving the impression that I was being cheated out of something.
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Out of what I knew not, yet I did not believe that twelve years of unrelieved boredom was exactly what the state had in mind for me. As the year passed, released from school thirty minutes before Jem, who had to stay until three o'clock, I ran by the Radley Place as fast as I could, not stopping until I reached the safety of our front porch. One afternoon as I raced by, something caught my eye and caught it in such a way that I took a deep breath, a long look around, and went back.
Two live oaks stood at the edge of the Radley lot; their roots reached out into the side-road and made it bumpy. Something about one of the trees attracted my attention. Some tinfoil was sticking in a knot-hole just above my eye level, winking at me in the afternoon sun. I stood on tiptoe, hastily looked around once more, reached into the hole, and withdrew two pieces of chewing gum minus their outer wrappers.
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My first impulse was to get it into my mouth as quickly as possible, but I remembered where I was. I ran home, and on our front porch I examined my loot. The gum looked fresh. I sniffed it and it smelled all right. I licked it and waited for a while. When Jem came home he asked me where I got such a wad.
I told him I found it. Jem growled. I spat it out. The tang was fading, anyway. Jem stamped his foot. You'll get killed if you do! Jem dio en el suelo con el pie. You go gargle-right now, you hear me? Ve a enjuagarte la boca Rather than risk a tangle with Calpurnia, I did as Jem told me. For some reason, my first year of school had wrought a great change in our relationship: Calpurnia's tyranny, unfairness, and meddling in my business had faded to gentle grumblings of general disapproval. On my part, I went to much trouble, sometimes, not to provoke her.
Para no arriesgarme a un altercado con Calpurnia, hice lo que Jem me mandaba. Por mi parte, a veces, me tomaba muchas molestias para no provocarla. Summer was on the way; Jem and I awaited it with impatience. Summer was our best season: it was sleeping on the back screened porch in cots, or trying to sleep in the treehouse; summer was everything good to eat; it was a thousand colors in a parched landscape; but most of all, summer was Dill. The authorities released us early the last day of school, and Jem and I walked home together. As we came to the live oaks at the Radley Place I raised my finger to point for the hundredth time to the knot-hole where I had found the chewing gum, trying to make Jem believe I had found it there, and found myself pointing at another piece of tinfoil.
I see it-". Lo veo Jem looked around, reached up, and gingerly pocketed a tiny shiny package. We ran home, and on the front porch we looked at a small box patchworked with bits of tinfoil collected from chewing-gum wrappers. It was the kind of box wedding rings came in, purple velvet with a minute catch. Jem flicked open the tiny catch. Inside were two scrubbed and polished pennies, one on top of the other.
Jem examined them.
Era una cajita de las que contienen anillos de boda, de terciopelo morado con un cierre diminuto. These are real old. Mil novecientos seis, y, Scout, una es de mil novecientos. Son antiguas de verdad. You reckon we ought to keep 'em, Jem? Who'd we give 'em back to? I know for a fact don't anybody go by there -Cecil goes by the back street an' all the way around by town to get home.
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Cecil Jacobs, who lived at the far end of our street next door to the post office, walked a total of one mile per school day to avoid the Radley Place and old Mrs. Henry Lafayette Dubose. Dubose lived two doors up the street from us; neighborhood opinion was unanimous that Mrs. Dubose was the meanest old woman who ever lived. Jem wouldn't go by her place without Atticus beside him.
Finders were keepers unless title was proven. Plucking an occasional camellia, getting a squirt of hot milk from Miss Maudie Atkinson's cow on a summer day, helping ourselves to someone's scuppernongs was part of our ethical culture, but money was different. These are somebody's, I know that. See how they've been slicked up?