The snow was falling and the cat's fur was stiffly pointed with it but he was
imperturbable he sat crouched ready for the death spring as he had sat for hours
it was night but that made no difference all times were as one to the cat when he
was in wait for prey then too he was under no constraint of human will for he
was living alone but winter no where in the world was any voice calling him on
no hathe was there a waiting dish he was quite free except for his own desires
which tyrannize dover him when unsatisfied as now the cat was very
hungry almost famished in fact for days the
weather had been very bitter and all the feeble wild things which were his prey
by inheritance the born serfs to his family had kept for the most part in
their burrows and nests and the cats long hunt had availed him nothing but he
waited with the inconceivable patience and persistency of his race besides he
was certain the cat was a creature of absolute convictions and his faith in
his deduction is never waived the rabbits had gone in there between those
low hung Huynh bounds now her little doorway had before it a Shaggy curtain
of snow but in there she was the cat had seen her enter so like a swift grey
shadow that even his sharp and practiced eyes had glanced back for the substance
following and then she was gone so he sat down and waited and he waited still
in the white night listening angrily to the north wind starting in the upper
heights of the mountains with distant screams then swelling into an awful
crescendo of rage and swooping down with furious white wings of snow like a flock
of fierce Eagles into the valleys and ravines
the captain's on the side of a mountain on a wooded terrace above him a few feet
away towered the rock ascent as steep as the wall of a cathedral the cat had
never climbed it dreams were the ladders to his heights of life he had often
looked with Wonder at the rock and my old battalion resentfully as man does in
the face of a fitting Providence and his left was the sheer precipice behind him
with a short stretch of woody growth between was the frozen perpendicular
wall of a mountain stream before him was the way to his home when the rabbit came
out she was trapped her little cloven feet could not scale such unbroken
steeps so the cat waited the place in which he was looked like a maelstrom of
the wood the tangle of trees and bushes clinging to the mountainside with a
stern clutch of roots the prostrate trunks and branches the vines embracing
everything with strong knots and coils of growth had a curious effect as of
things which had world for ages in a current of raging water only it was not
water but wind which had disposed everything encircling lines of yielding
to its fiercest points of onset and now over all this whirl of wood and rock and
dead trunks and branches and vines descended the snow it blew down like
smoke over the rock rest above it stood in a gyrating column like some death
Wraith of nature or on the level then it broke over the edge of the precipice and
the cat cowered before the fierce backward set of it It was as if ice
needles pricked his skin through his beautiful thick fur but he never
faltered and never once tried he had nothing to gain from crying and
everything to lose the rabbits would hear him try and know he was waiting it
grew darker and darker with a strange white smother instead of the natural
blackness of night it was a night of storm and death super added to the night
of the mountains were all hidden wrapped
about overwrought and tumultuously overborne by it but in the midst of it
waited quite unconquered this little unswerving living patience and power
under a little coat of gray fur a fiercer blast swept over the rock spun
on one mighty footed whirlwind of thought the level then was over the
precipice then the cat saw two eyes luminous with terror frantic with the
impulse of flight he saw a little quivering dilating nose he saw two
pointing ears and he kept still with every one of his fine herbs and muscles
strained like wires then the rabbit was out there was one long line of incarnate
flight and terror and the cat had higher then the cat went home trailing his prey
through the snow the cat lived in the house which his master had built as
rudely as a child's block house but staunchly enough the snow was heavy on
the low slant of its roof but it would not settle under it the two windows and
the door were made fast but the cat knew away in up a pine tree behind the house
he scuttled though it was hard work with his heavy rabbit and was in his little
window under the eaves then down through the trap to the room below and on his
master's bed with a spring and a great cry of triumph rabbit and all but his
master was not there he had been God since early fall and it was now February
he would not return until spring for he was an old man and the cruel cold of the
mountains clutched at his vitals like a panther and he had gone to the village
to winter the cat had known for a long time that his master was gone but his
reasoning was always sequential in circuitous always for him what had been
would be and the more easily for his marvellous waiting powers so he always
came home expecting to find his master when he saw that he was still gone he
dragged the rabbit off the ruled couch which was the bed to the floor put one
little paw on the carcass to keep it steady and began gnawing with head to
one side to bring his strongest teeth to bear it was dark her in the house than
it had been in the wood and the cold was as deadly though not so fierce
if the cat had not received his fur coat unquestioningly of Providence he would
have been thankful that he had it it was a mottled gray white on the face and
breast and thickest fur could grow the wind drove the snow on the windows with
such force that had rattled like sleet and the house trembled a little then all
at once the cat heard a noise and stopped knowing his rabbits and listened
his shining green eyes fixed upon a window then he heard a hoarse shout a
hollow of despair and entreaty but he knew it was not his master come home and
he waited one poor still on the rabbit then the hollow came again and then the
cat answered he said all that was essential quite plainly to his own
comprehension there was in his cry of response inquiry information warning
terror and finally the offer of comradeship but the man outside did not
hear him because of the howling of the storm then there was a great battering
pound at the door then another and another the cat dragged his rabbit under
the bed the Blues came thicker and faster it was a weak arm which gave them
but it was nerved by desperation finally the lock yielded and the strange you
came in then the cat peering from under the bed blinked with
a sudden light and his green eyes narrowed the strangest structure match
and looked about the cat saw a face wild and blue with hunger and
and a man who looked poorer and older than his poor old master who was an
outcast among men for his poverty and lowly mystery of antecedents and he
heard a muttered unintelligible voicing of distress from the harsh piteous mouth
there was in it both profanity and prayer but the cat knew nothing of that
the stranger raised the door which he had forced got some wood from the stock
in the corner and Kimball de firing the old stove as quickly as his half frozen
hands would allow he shook so pitiably as he worked that the cat under the bed
felt the tremor of it then the man who was small and feeble and marked with the
scars of suffering which he had pulled down upon his own head sat down in one
of the old chairs and crouched over the fire as if it were the one love and
desire of his soul holding out his yellow hands like yellow claws and he
groaned the cat came out from under the bed and left up on his lap with the
rabbit the man gave a great shout and start of terror and sprang and the cat
slid clawing to the floor and the rabbit fell inertly and the man leaned gasping
with fright and ghastly against the wall the cat grabbed the rabbit by the slack
of its neck and dragged it to the man's feet then he raised his shrill insistent
cry he arched his back high his tail was a splendid waving plume he rubbed
against the man's feet which were bursting out of their torn shoes the man
pushed the cat away gently enough and began searching about the little cabin
he even climbed painfully the ladder to the loft lit a match and peered up in
the darkness with straining eyes he feared lest there might be a man since
there was a cat his experience with men had not been pleasant and neither had
the experience of men been Pleasant with him he was an old wandering Ishmael
among his kind he had stumbled upon the house of a brother and
the brother was not at home and he was glad he returned to the cat and stooped
stiffly and stroked his back which the animal arched like the spring of a boat
then he took up the rabbit and looked at it eagerly by the firelight his jaws
worked he could almost have devoured a drawer he fumbled the cat closer at his
heels around some rude shelves and a table and found with a grunt of self
gradual ation a lamp with oil in it that he lighted then he found a frying pan
and a knife and skinned the rabbit and prepared it for cooking the cat always
at his feet when the odour of the cooking flesh filled the cabin both a
man and the cat looked wolffish the man turned the rabbits with one hand
and stooped to Pat the cat with the other the cat thought him a fine man he
loved him with all his heart though he had known him such a short time and
though the man had a face both pitiful and sharply set at variance with the
best of things it was a face with the grimy grizzle of
age upon it with fever hollows in the cheeks and the memories of wrong in the
dim eyes but the cat accepted the man unquestioningly and loved him when the
rabbit was half cooked neither the man nor the cat could wait any longer the
man took it from the fire divided it exactly in halves gave the cat one and
took the other himself then they ate then the man blew out the light called
the cat to him got on the bed drew out the ragged coverings and fell asleep
with the cat in his bosom the man was the cat's guest all the rest of the
winter and winter is long in the mountains the
rightful owner of the little Hut did not return until May all that time the cat
toiled hard and he grew rather thin himself for he shared everything except
mice with his guests and sometimes game was weary and the fruit of patience of
days was very little for two the man was ill and weak however and unable to eat
much which was fortunate since he could not hunt for himself all day long he lay
on the bed or else sat crouched over the fire it was a good thing that firewood
was ready at hand for the pig not a stone's throw from the door for
that he had to attend to himself the cat foraged tirelessly sometimes he was gone
for days together and at first the man used to be terrified thinking he would
never return then he would hear the familiar cry at the door and stumble to
his feet and let him in then the two would die together sharing equally then
the cattle dressed and / and finally sleep in the man's arms towards spring
the game grew plentiful more wild little quarry were tempted out of their homes
in search of love as well as food one day the cat had luck a rabbit a
partridge and a mouse he could not carry them all at once but finally he had them
together at the house door then he cried but no one answered all the mountain
streams were loosened and the air was full of the gurgle of many waters
occasionally pierced by a bird whistle the trees rustled with a new sound to
the spring wind there was a flush of rose and gold green on the breasting
surface of a distant Mountain seemed through an opening in the wood the tips
of the bushes were swollen and glistening red and now and then there
was a flower but the cat had nothing to do with flowers he stood beside his
booty at the house door and cried and cried with his insistent triumph and
complained and bleeding but no one came to let him in then a cat left his little
treasures at the door and went around to the back of the house to the pine tree
and was up the trunk with a wild scramble and in through his little
window and down through the trap to the room
and the man was gone the cat cried again the cry of the animal for human
companionship which is one of the sad notes of the world he looked in all the
corners he sprang to the chair at the window and looked out but no one came
the man was gone and he never came again the cat ate his mouse out on the turf
beside the house the rabbit and the Partridge he carried painfully into the
house but the man did not come to share them finally in the course of a day or
two he ate them up himself then he slept a long time on the bed and when he waked
the man was not there then the cat went forth to his hunting grounds again and
came home at night with a plump bird reasoning with his tireless persistency
in expectancy that the man would be there and there was a light in the
window and when he cried his old master opened the door and let him in his
master had strong comradeship with the cat but not affection he never patted
him like that gentle or outcast but he had a pride in him and an anxiety for
his welfare though he had left him alone all winter without scruple he feared
lest some misfortune might have come to the cat though he was so large of his
kind and a mighty hunter therefore when he saw him at the door in all the glory
of his glassy winter coat his white breast and face shining like snow in the
Sun his own face lit up with welcome and the cat embraced his feet with his
sinuous body vibrant with rejoicing purse the cat had his bird to himself
for his master had his own supper already cooking on the stove after
supper the cat's master took his pipe and sought a small store of tobacco
which he had left in this hot over winter he had thought often of it that
under cat seemed something to come home to in the spring but the tobacco was
not a dust left the man swore a little in a grimm monitor which made the
profanity lose its customary effect he had been and was a hard drinker he had
knocked about the world until the marks of its sharp corners were on his very
soul which was thereby calloused until his very sensibility to loss was
dumped he was a very old man he searched for the tobacco with a sort of dial
combativeness of persistency then he stared with stupid wander around the
room suddenly many features struck him as being changed another stove lit was
broken an old piece of carpet was tacked up over a window to keep out the cold
his firewood was gone he looked and there was no oil left in his cap he
looked at the coverings on his bed he took them up and again he made that
strange remonster and noise in his throat then he looked again for his
tobacco finally he gave it up he sat down beside the fire
fourme in the mountains his coat he held his empty pipe in his mouth his rough
forehead knitted and he and the cat looked at each other across that
impassable barrier of silence which has been set between man and beast from the
creation of the world
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