other hand。 The silky fringe of the shawl swayed softly; grains
and hay trickled to the floor; he went along a dimly…lit passage
behind the mangers; where the horns of the cows pricked out of
the obscurity。 The child shrank; he balanced stiffly; rested the
pan on the manger wall; and tipped out the food; half to this
cow; half to the next。 There was a noise of chains running; as
the cows lifted or dropped their heads sharply; then a
contented; soothing sound; a long snuffing as the beasts ate in
silence。
The journey had to be performed several times。 There was the
rhythmic sound of the shovel in the barn; then the man returned
walking stiffly between the two weights; the face of the child
peering out from the shawl。 Then the next time; as he stooped;
she freed her arm and put it round his neck; clinging soft and
warm; making all easier。
The beasts fed; he dropped the pan and sat down on a box; to
arrange the child。
〃Will the cows go to sleep now?〃 she said; catching her
breath as she spoke。
〃Yes。〃
〃Will they eat all their stuff up first?〃
〃Yes。 Hark at them。〃
And the two sat still listening to the snuffing and breathing
of cows feeding in the sheds municating with this small barn。
The lantern shed a soft; steady light from one wall。 All outside
was still in the rain。 He looked down at the silky folds of the
paisley shawl。 It reminded him of his mother。 She used to go to
church in it。 He was back again in the old irresponsibility and
security; a boy at home。
The tind; in a sort of trance; seemed
to bee more and more vague。 He held the child close to him。 A
quivering little shudder; re…echoing from her sobbing; went down
her limbs。 He held her closer。 Gradually she relaxed; the
eyelids began to sink over her dark; watchful eyes。 As she sank
to sleep; his mind became blank。