Far from the Madding Crowd (3 page)

Occupied thus, with eyes stretched afar, Oak gradually perceived that what he had previously taken to be a star low down behind the outskirts of the plantation was in reality no such thing. It was an artificial light, almost close at hand.

To find themselves utterly alone at night where company is desirable and expected makes some people fearful; but a case more trying by far to the nerves is to discover some mysterious companionship when intuition, sensation, memory, analogy, testimony, probability, induction — every kind of evidence in the logician's list — have united to persuade consciousness that it is quite in isolation.

Farmer Oak went towards the plantation and pushed through its lower boughs to the windy side. A dim mass under the slope reminded him that a shed occupied a place here, the site being a cutting into the slope of the hill, so that at its back part the roof was almost level with the ground. In front it was formed of board nailed to posts and covered with tar as a preservative. Through crevices in the roof and side spread streaks and dots of light, a combination of which made the radiance that had attracted him. Oak stepped up behind, where, leaning down upon the roof and putting his eye close to a hole, he could see into the interior clearly.

The place contained two women and two cows. By the side of the latter a steaming bran-mash stood in a bucket. One of the women was past middle age. Her companion was apparently young and graceful; he could form no decided opinion upon her looks, her position being almost beneath his eye, so that he saw her in a bird's-eye view, as Milton's Satan first saw Paradise. She wore no bonnet or hat, but had enveloped herself in a large cloak, which was carelessly flung over her head as a covering.

“There, now we'll go home,” said the elder of the two, resting her knuckles upon her hips, and looking at their goings-on as a whole. “I do hope Daisy will fetch round again now. I have never been more frightened in my life, but I don't mind breaking my rest if she recovers.”

The young woman, whose eyelids were apparently inclined to fall together on the smallest provocation of silence, yawned without parting her lips to any inconvenient extent, whereupon Gabriel caught the infection and slightly yawned in sympathy.

“I wish we were rich enough to pay a man to do these things,” she said.

“As we are not, we must do them ourselves,” said the other; “for you must help me if you stay.”

“Well, my hat is gone, however,” continued the younger. “It went over the hedge, I think. The idea, of such a slight wind catching it.”

The cow standing erect was of the Devon breed, and was encased in a tight warm hide of rich Indian red, as absolutely uniform from eyes to tail as if the animal had been dipped in a dye of that colour, her long back being mathematically level. The other was spotted, grey and white. Beside her Oak now noticed a little calf about a day old, looking idiotically at the two women, which showed that it had not long been accustomed to the phenomenon of eyesight, and often turning to the lantern, which it apparently mistook for the moon, inherited instinct having as yet had little time for correction by experience. Between the sheep and the cows, Lucina, that Goddess of birth and labour, had been busy on Norcombe Hill lately.

“I think we had better send for some oatmeal,” said the elder woman; “there's no more bran.”

“Yes, aunt; and I'll ride over for it as soon as it is light.”

“But there's no side-saddle.”

“I can ride on the other: trust me.”

Oak, upon hearing these bold remarks, became more curious to observe her features, but this prospect being denied him by the hooding effect of the cloak, and by his aerial position, he felt himself drawing upon his fancy for their details. In making even horizontal and clear inspections we colour and mould according to the wants within us whatever our eyes bring in. Had Gabriel been able from the first to get a distinct view of her countenance, his estimate of it as very handsome or slightly so would have been as his soul required a divinity at the moment or was ready supplied with one. Having for some time known the want of a satisfactory form to fill an increasing void within him, a void he had scarcely confessed even to himself, his position moreover affording the widest scope for his fancy, he painted her a beauty.

By one of those whimsical coincidences in which Nature, like a busy mother, seems to spare a moment from her unremitting labours to turn and make her children smile, the girl now dropped the cloak, and forth tumbled ropes of black hair over a red jacket. Oak knew her instantly as the heroine of the yellow waggon, myrtles, and looking-glass: prosily, as the woman who owed him twopence.

They placed the calf beside its mother again, took up the lantern, and went out, the light sinking down the hill till it was no more than a nebula. Gabriel Oak returned to his flock. Yet, though his attention that night was fixed for the most part upon the ewes and their offspring, his lively fancy remained caught up with the image he had glimpsed of the nameless girl. The rosy bloom on her cheeks in the lantern light, her abundant raven hair, and her very youth and vigour called to an answering thrill of desire and pleasure deep within himself. Would she allow herself to be seen again, or was she merely a nymph of the night and shadow? And, should she appear again, what was the possibility that he, a humble farmer with few prospects, might chance to gain her acquaintance?

The mind nimbly darts from possibility to probability, from probability to certainty, and it did not take long for Gabriel to close his eyes in anticipation of his lips pressed — ah, where? Not yet daring to imagine any spot upon her unseen body, nor even her soft and yielding lips, but chastely, as befits a gentleman, upon her hand. This image proving unsatisfactory to the sudden urgency he felt below, he was led into more fanciful imaginings yet — what lay beneath that red jacket? Was her figure well-formed and shapely? Where might his lips rest, if not upon the gentle swell of her maidenly bosom? Could he, even in his thoughts, venture any lower? It was as well for Gabriel's self-possession that his musings were suddenly interrupted by the maternal bleatings of another hapless ewe, for his peace of mind was endangered more now than at any time in his previous life, such was the romantic effect of this incident upon him.

A GIRL ON HORSEBACK — CONVERSATION

The sluggish day began to break. Even its position terrestrially is one of the elements of a new interest, and for no particular reason save that the incident of the night had occurred there Oak went again into the plantation. Lingering and musing here, he heard the steps of a horse at the foot of the hill, and soon there appeared in view an auburn pony with a girl on its back, ascending by the path leading past the cattle-shed. She was the young woman of the night before. Gabriel instantly thought of the hat she had mentioned as having lost in the wind; possibly she had come to look for it. He hastily scanned the ditch and after walking about ten yards along it found the hat among the leaves. Gabriel took it in his hand and returned to his hut. Here he ensconced himself, and peeped through the loophole in the direction of the rider's approach.

She came up and looked around — then on the other side of the hedge. Gabriel was about to advance and restore the missing article when an unexpected performance induced him to suspend the action for the present. The path, after passing the cowshed, bisected the plantation. It was not a bridle-path — merely a pedestrian's track, and the boughs spread horizontally at a height not greater than seven feet above the ground, which made it impossible to ride erect beneath them. The girl, who wore no riding-habit, looked around for a moment, as if to assure herself that all humanity was out of view, then dexterously dropped backwards flat upon the pony's back, her head over its tail, her feet against its shoulders, and her eyes to the sky. The rapidity of her glide into this position was that of a kingfisher — its noiselessness that of a hawk. Gabriel's eyes had scarcely been able to follow her. The tall lank pony seemed used to such doings, and ambled along unconcerned. Thus she passed under the level boughs.

And what passed through the girl's mind while she was thus lying? No clear thought, only a surrender to bodily enjoyment in the sensation of being carried away on a broad back by a beast stronger than herself, whose musk and sweat aroused in her intimations of a nameless pleasure. She felt along the whole length of her body the muscles of haunch and neck straining and flexing beneath her with a curious sense of anticipation. It was her delight so to lie, gazing up at the pattern of small leaves above her; she had this morning a sense of rightness in her physical world, of being at one with a mighty impulse that in her girlish fantasies might end in an encounter with a person, a young man, as yet unknown to her. If she had had more experience of the world, she might have called it lust; to her it was but a simple sensual moment in a life already well endowed with surprises of the senses.

The performer seemed quite at home anywhere between a horse's head and its tail, and the necessity for this abnormal attitude having ceased with the passage of the plantation, she began to adopt another, even more obviously convenient than the first. She had no side-saddle, and it was very apparent that a firm seat upon the smooth leather beneath her was unattainable sideways. Springing to her accustomed perpendicular like a bowed sapling, and satisfying herself that nobody was in sight, she seated herself in the manner demanded by the saddle, though hardly expected of the woman, and trotted off in the direction of Tewnell Mill.

Oak was amused, perhaps a little astonished, and hanging up the hat in his hut, went again among his ewes.

His thoughts were now busier than ever, for he had never before seen a young woman ride boldly astride a horse on a saddle of hard leather most properly used by men; for convention demanded and, Oak had always assumed, biology dictated, that the fairer sex was quite unable to ride a horse unless correctly seated, on a decorous ladies' side-saddle. It was abundantly clear that this young lady had no care for conventions, and certainly, the long skirts of her dress, hitched up to her lissom thighs as she had swung herself athwart the horse, had in no way impeded her from the performances of acrobatics he had recently observed, but as to the arousing effect upon her of the rhythmic squeezing sensations between her legs, and the suggestive pressure on her inner groin caused by vigorous trotting, Oak could only imagine the bodily perturbation thus caused to her, reflected in the disturbance in his own equanimity, an aching disturbance that he resolved to relieve by his customary immersion in the river; yet even in his mind its solace failed him now, for his yearnings, previously formless, had begun to take on a clearer shape.

An hour passed, the girl returned, properly seated now, with a bag of bran in front of her. On nearing the cattle-shed she was met by a boy bringing a milking-pail, who held the reins of the pony whilst she slid off. The boy led away the horse, leaving the pail with the young woman.

Soon soft spurts alternating with loud spurts came in regular succession from within the shed, the obvious sounds of a person milking a cow. Gabriel took the lost hat in his hand, and waited beside the path she would follow in leaving the hill.

She came, the pail in one hand, hanging against her knee. The left arm was extended as a balance, enough of it being shown bare to make Oak wish that the event had happened in the summer, when the whole would have been revealed. To see only her arm! The poor man quickly reined in his thoughts of seeing more, abashed by the living physical presence of the object of his fantasies appearing here in the vibrant, vigorous form of this young girl, who at each minute seemed to him more alluring. There was a bright air and manner about her now, by which she seemed to imply that the desirability of her existence could not be questioned; and this rather saucy assumption failed in being offensive because a beholder felt it to be, upon the whole, true. Like exceptional emphasis in the tone of a genius, that which would have made mediocrity ridiculous was an addition to recognised power. It was with some surprise that she saw Gabriel's face rising like the moon behind the hedge.

The adjustment of the farmer's hazy conceptions of her charms to the portrait of herself she now presented him with was less a diminution than a difference. The starting-point selected by the judgment was her height. She seemed tall, but the pail was a small one, and the hedge diminutive; hence, making allowance for error by comparison with these, she could have been not above the height to be chosen by women as best. All features of consequence were severe and regular. It may have been observed by persons who go about the shires with eyes for beauty, that in Englishwoman a classically-formed face is seldom found to be united with a figure of the same pattern, the highly-finished features being generally too large for the remainder of the frame; that a graceful and proportionate figure usually goes off into random facial curves.

Without throwing a tissue of divinity over a milkmaid, let it be said that here criticism checked itself as out of place, and Oak looked at her proportions with a long consciousness of pleasure. From the contours of her figure in its upper part, she must have had a beautiful neck and shoulders; but since her infancy nobody had ever seen them. Had she been put into a low dress she would have run and thrust her head into a bush. Yet she was not a shy girl by any means; it was merely her instinct to draw the line dividing the seen from the unseen higher than they do it in towns.

That the girl's thoughts hovered about her face and form as soon as she caught Oak's eyes conning the same page was natural, and almost certain. The self-consciousness shown would have been vanity if a little more pronounced, dignity if a little less. Rays of male vision seem to have a tickling effect upon virgin faces in rural districts; she brushed hers with her hand, as if Gabriel had been irritating its pink surface by actual touch, and the free air of her previous movements was reduced at the same time to a chastened phase of itself. Yet it was the man who blushed, the maid not at all.