The Gold-Bug / Золотой жук - По Эдгар Аллан

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The Gold-Bug

What ho! what ho! this fellow is dancing mad!

He hath been bitten by the Tarantula.

All in the Wrong

Many years ago, I contracted an intimacy with a Mr. William Legrand. He was of an ancient Huguenot family, and had once been wealthy; but a series of misfortunes had reduced him to want. To avoid the mortification consequent upon his disasters, he left New Orleans, the city of his forefathers, and took up his residence at Sullivans Island, near Charleston, South Carolina.

This Island is a very singular one. It consists of little else than the sea sand, and is about three miles long. Its breadth at no point exceeds a quarter of a mile. It is separated from the main land by a scarcely perceptible creek, oozing its way through a wilderness of reeds and slime, a favorite resort of the marsh hen. The vegetation, as might be supposed, is scant, or at least dwarfish. No trees of any magnitude are to be seen. Near the western extremity, where Fort Moultrie stands, and where are some miserable frame buildings, tenanted, during summer, by the fugitives from Charleston dust and fever, may be found, indeed, the bristly palmetto; but the whole island, with the exception of this western point, and a line of hard, white beach on the seacoast, is covered with a dense undergrowth of the sweet myrtle, so much prized by the horticulturists of England. The shrub here often attains the height of fifteen or twenty feet, and forms an almost impenetrable coppice, burthening the air with its fragrance.

In the inmost recesses of this coppice, not far from the eastern or more remote end of the island, Legrand had built himself a small hut, which he occupied when I first, by mere accident, made his acquaintance. This soon ripened into friendshipfor there was much in the recluse to excite interest and esteem. I found him well educated, with unusual powers of mind, but infected with misanthropy, and subject to perverse moods of alternate enthusiasm and melancholy. He had with him many books, but rarely employed them. His chief amusements were gunning and fishing, or sauntering along the beach and through the myrtles, in quest of shells or entomological specimenshis collection of the latter might have been envied by a Swammerdamm. In these excursions he was usually accompanied by an old negro, called Jupiter, who had been manumitted before the reverses of the family, but who could be induced, neither by threats nor by promises, to abandon what he considered his right of attendance upon the footsteps of his young Massa Will. It is not improbable that the relatives of Legrand, conceiving him to be somewhat unsettled in intellect, had contrived to instill this obstinacy into Jupiter, with a view to the supervision and guardianship of the wanderer.

The winters in the latitude of Sullivans Island are seldom very severe, and in the fall of the year it is a rare event indeed when a fire is considered necessary. About the middle of October, 18, there occurred, however, a day of remarkable chilliness. Just before sunset I scrambled my way through the evergreens to the hut of my friend, whom I had not visited for several weeksmy residence being, at that time, in Charleston, a distance of nine miles from the island, while the facilities of passage and re-passage were very far behind those of the present day. Upon reaching the hut I rapped, as was my custom, and getting no reply, sought for the key where I knew it was secreted, unlocked the door and went in. A fine fire was blazing upon the hearth. It was a novelty, and by no means an ungrateful one. I threw off an overcoat, took an arm-chair by the crackling logs, and awaited patiently the arrival of my hosts.

Soon after dark they arrived, and gave me a most cordial welcome. Jupiter, grinning from ear to ear, bustled about to prepare some marsh-hens for supper. Legrand was in one of his fitshow else shall I term them?of enthusiasm. He had found an unknown bivalve, forming a new genus, and, more than this, he had hunted down and secured, with Jupiters assistance, a scarabæus which he believed to be totally new, but in respect to which he wished to have my opinion on the morrow.

And why not to-night? I asked, rubbing my hands over the blaze, and wishing the whole tribe of scarabæi at the devil.

Ah, if I had only known you were here! said Legrand, but its so long since I saw you; and how could I foresee that you would pay me a visit this very night of all others? As I was coming home I met Lieutenant G., from the fort, and, very foolishly, I lent him the bug; so it will be impossible for you to see it until the morning. Stay here to-night, and I will send Jup down for it at sunrise. It is the loveliest thing in creation!

What?sunrise?

Nonsense! no!the bug. It is of a brilliant gold colorabout the size of a large hickory-nutwith two jet black spots near one extremity of the back, and another, somewhat longer, at the other. The antennæ are

Dey aint no tin in him, Massa Will, I keep a tellin on you, here interrupted Jupiter; de bug is a goole bug, solid, ebery bit of him, inside and all, sep him wingneber feel half so hebby a bug in my life.

Well, suppose it is, Jup, replied Legrand, somewhat more earnestly, it seemed to me, than the case demanded, is that any reason for your letting the birds burn? The colorhere he turned to meis really almost enough to warrant Jupiters idea. You never saw a more brilliant metallic lustre than the scales emitbut of this you cannot judge till tomorrow. In the mean time I can give you some idea of the shape. Saying this, he seated himself at a small table, on which were a pen and ink, but no paper. He looked for some in a drawer, but found none.

Never mind, said he at length, this will answer; and he drew from his waistcoat pocket a scrap of what I took to be very dirty foolscap, and made upon it a rough drawing with the pen. While he did this, I retained my seat by the fire, for I was still chilly. When the design was complete, he handed it to me without rising. As I received it, a loud growl was heard, succeeded by a scratching at the door. Jupiter opened it, and a large Newfoundland, belonging to Legrand, rushed in, leaped upon my shoulders, and loaded me with caresses; for I had shown him much attention during previous visits. When his gambols were over, I looked at the paper, and, to speak the truth, found myself not a little puzzled at what my friend had depicted.

Well! I said, after contemplating it for some minutes, this is a strange scarabæus, I must confess: new to me: never saw anything like it beforeunless it was a skull, or a deaths-headwhich it more nearly resembles than anything else that has come under my observation.

A deaths-head! echoed Legrand. Ohyeswell, it has something of that appearance upon paper, no doubt. The two upper black spots look like eyes, eh? and the longer one at the bottom like a mouthand then the shape of the whole is oval.

Perhaps so, said I; but, Legrand, I fear you are no artist. I must wait until I see the beetle itself, if I am to form any idea of its personal appearance.

Well, I dont know, said he, a little nettled, I draw tolerablyshould do it at leasthave had good masters, and flatter myself that I am not quite a blockhead.

But, my dear fellow, you are joking then, said I, this is a very passable skullindeed, I may say that it is a very excellent skull, according to the vulgar notions about such specimens of physiologyand your scarabæus must be the queerest scarabæus in the world if it resembles it. Why, we may get up a very thrilling bit of superstition upon this hint. I presume you will call the bug scarabæus caput hominis, or something of that kindthere are many similar titles in the Natural Histories. But where are the antennæ you spoke of?

The antennæ! said Legrand, who seemed to be getting unaccountably warm upon the subject; I am sure you must see the antennæ. I made them as distinct as they are in the original insect, and I presume that is sufficient.

Well, well, I said, perhaps you havestill I dont see them; and I handed him the paper without additional remark, not wishing to ruffle his temper; but I was much surprised at the turn affairs had taken; his ill humor puzzled meand, as for the drawing of the beetle, there were positively no antennæ visible, and the whole did bear a very close resemblance to the ordinary cuts of a deaths-head.

He received the paper very peevishly, and was about to crumple it, apparently to throw it in the fire, when a casual glance at the design seemed suddenly to rivet his attention. In an instant his face grew violently redin another as excessively pale. For some minutes he continued to scrutinize the drawing minutely where he sat. At length he arose, took a candle from the table, and proceeded to seat himself upon a sea-chest in the farthest corner of the room. Here again he made an anxious examination of the paper; turning it in all directions. He said nothing, however, and his conduct greatly astonished me; yet I thought it prudent not to exacerbate the growing moodiness of his temper by any comment. Presently he took from his coat pocket a wallet, placed the paper carefully in it, and deposited both in a writing-desk, which he locked. He now grew more composed in his demeanor; but his original air of enthusiasm had quite disappeared. Yet he seemed not so much sulky as abstracted. As the evening wore away he became more and more absorbed in reverie, from which no sallies of mine could arouse him. It had been my intention to pass the night at the hut, as I had frequently done before, but, seeing my host in this mood, I deemed it proper to take leave. He did not press me to remain, but, as I departed, he shook my hand with even more than his usual cordiality.

It was about a month after this (and during the interval I had seen nothing of Legrand) when I received a visit, at Charleston, from his man, Jupiter. I had never seen the good old negro look so dispirited, and I feared that some serious disaster had befallen my friend.

Well, Jup, said I, what is the matter now?how is your master?

Why, to speak de troof, massa, him not so berry well as mought be.

Not well! I am truly sorry to hear it. What does he complain of?

Dar! dats it!him neber plain of notinbut him berry sick for all dat.

Very sick, Jupiter!why didnt you say so at once? Is he confined to bed?

No, dat he aint!he aint find nowhardats just whar de shoe pinchmy mind is got to be berry hebby bout poor Massa Will.

Jupiter, I should like to understand what it is you are talking about. You say your master is sick. Hasnt he told you what ails him?

Why, massa, taint worf while for to git mad about de matterMassa Will say noffin at all aint de matter wid himbut den what make him go about looking dis here way, wid he head down and he soldiers up, and as white as a gose? And den he keep a syphon all de time

Keeps a what, Jupiter?

Keeps a syphon wid de figgurs on de slatede queerest figgurs I ebber did see. Ise gittin to be skeered, I tell you. Hab for to keep mighty tight eye pon him noovers. Todder day he gib me slip fore de sun up and was gone de whole ob de blessed day. I had a big stick ready cut for to gib him deuced good beating when he did comebut Ise sich a fool dat I hadnt de heart arter allhe look so berry poorly.

Eh?what?ah yes!upon the whole I think you had better not be too severe with the poor fellowdont flog him, Jupiterhe cant very well stand itbut can you form no idea of what has occasioned this illness, or rather this change of conduct? Has anything unpleasant happened since I saw you?

No, massa, dey aint bin noffin onpleasant since dentwas fore den Im fearedtwas de berry day you was dare.

How? what do you mean?

Why, massa, I mean de bugdare now.

The what?

De bug,Im berry sartain dat Massa Will bin bit somewhere bout de head by dat goole-bug.

And what cause have you, Jupiter, for such a supposition?

Claws enuff, massa, and mouff too. I nebber did see sick a deuced bughe kick and he bite ebery ting what cum near him. Massa Will cotch him fuss, but had for to let him go gin mighty quick, I tell youden was de time he must ha got de bite. I did nt like de look oh de bug mouff, myself, no how, so I would nt take hold ob him wid my finger, but I cotch him wid a piece ob paper dat I found. I rap him up in de paper and stuff piece ob it in he mouffdat was de way.

And you think, then, that your master was really bitten by the beetle, and that the bite made him sick?

I do nt tink noffin about itI nose it. What make him dream bout de goole so much, if taint cause he bit by de goole-bug? Ise heerd bout dem goole-bugs fore dis.

But how do you know he dreams about gold?

How I know? why cause he talk about it in he sleepdats how I nose.

Well, Jup, perhaps you are right; but to what fortunate circumstance am I to attribute the honor of a visit from you to-day?

What de matter, massa?

Did you bring any message from Mr. Legrand?

No, massa, I bring dis here pissel; and here Jupiter handed me a note which ran thus:

There was something in the tone of this note which gave me great uneasiness. Its whole style differed materially from that of Legrand. What could he be dreaming of? What new crotchet possessed his excitable brain? What business of the highest importance could he possibly have to transact? Jupiters account of him boded no good. I dreaded lest the continued pressure of misfortune had, at length, fairly unsettled the reason of my friend. Without a moments hesitation, therefore, I prepared to accompany the negro.

Upon reaching the wharf, I noticed a scythe and three spades, all apparently new, lying in the bottom of the boat in which we were to embark.

What is the meaning of all this, Jup? I inquired.

Him syfe, massa, and spade.

Very true; but what are they doing here?

Him de syfe and de spade what Massa Will sis pon my buying for him in de town, and de debbils own lot of money I had to gib for em.

But what, in the name of all that is mysterious, is your Massa Will going to do with scythes and spades?

Dats more dan I know, and debbil take me if I dont blieve tis more dan he know, too. But its all cum ob do bug.

Finding that no satisfaction was to be obtained of Jupiter, whose whole intellect seemed to be absorbed by de bug, I now stepped into the boat and made sail. With a fair and strong breeze we soon ran into the little cove to the northward of Fort Moultrie, and a walk of some two miles brought us to the hut. It was about three in the afternoon when we arrived. Legrand had been awaiting us in eager expectation. He grasped my hand with a nervous empressement which alarmed me and strengthened the suspicions already entertained. His countenance was pale even to ghastliness, and his deep-set eyes glared with unnatural lustre. After some inquiries respecting his health, I asked him, not knowing what better to say, if he had yet obtained the scarabæus from Lieutenant G.