车距判断技巧图解A Vine on a Hou
两对父子by Ambro Bierce
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About three miles from the little town of Norton, in Missouri, on the road leading to Maysville, stands an old hou that was last occupied by a family named Harding. Since 1886 no one has lived in it, nor is anyone likely to live in it again. Time and the disfavor of persons dwelling thereabout are converting it into a rather picturesque ruin. An obrver unacquainted with its history would hardly put it into the category of "haunted hous," yet in all the region round such is its evil reputation. Its windows are without glass, its doorways without doors; there are wide breaches in the shingle roof, and for lack of paint the weatherboarding is a dun gray. But the unfailing signs of the supernatural are partly concealed and greatly softened by the abundant foliage of a large vine overrunning the entire structure. This vine--of a species which no botanist has ever been able to name--has an important part in the story of the hou.
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The Harding family consisted of Robert Harding, his wife Matilda, Miss Julia Went, who was
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her sister, and two young children. Robert Harding was a silent, cold-mannered man who made no friends in the neighborhood and apparently cared to make none. He was about forty years old, frugal and industrious, and made a living from the little farm which is now overgrown with brush and brambles. He and his sister-in-law were rather tabooed by their neighbors, who emed to think that they were en too frequently together--not entirely their fault, for at the times they evidently did not challenge obrvation. The moral code of rural Missouri is stern and exacting.
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Mrs. Harding was a gentle, sad-eyed woman, lacking a left foot.
At some time in 1884 it became known that she had gone to visit her mother in Iowa. That was what her husband said in reply to inquiries, and his manner of saying it did not encourage further questioning. She never came back, and two years later, without lling his farm or anything that was his, or appointing an agent to look after his interests, or removing his houhold goods, Harding, with the rest of the family, left the country. Nobody knew whither he went; nobody at that time cared. Naturally, whatever was movab
le about the place soon disappeared and the derted hou became "haunted" in the manner of its kind.
One summer evening, four or five years later, the Rev. J. Gruber, of Norton, and a Maysville attorney named Hyatt met on horback in front of the Harding place. Having business matters to discuss, they hitched their animals and going to the hou sat on the porch to talk. Some humorous reference to the somber reputation of the place was made and forgotten as soon as uttered, and they talked of their business affairs until it grew almost dark. The evening was oppressively warm, the air stagnant.
Prently both men started from their ats in surpri: a long vine that covered half the front of the hou and dangled its branches from the edge of the porch above them was visibly and audibly agitated, shaking violently in every stem and leaf.
"We shall have a storm," Hyatt exclaimed.
Gruber said nothing, but silently directed the other's attention to the foliage of adjacent tre
es, which showed no movement; even the delicate tips of the boughs silhouetted against the clear sky were motionless. They hastily pasd down the steps to what had been a lawn and looked upward at the vine, who entire length was now visible. It continued in violent agitation, yet they could discern no disturbing cau.
"Let us leave," said the minister.
And leave they did. Forgetting that they had been traveling in opposite directions, they rode away together. They went to Norton, where they related their strange experience to veral discreet friends. The next evening, at about the same hour, accompanied by two others who names are not recalled, they were again on the porch of the Harding hou, and again the mysterious phenomenon occurred: the vine was violently agitated while under the clost scrutiny from root to tip, nor did their combined strength applied to the trunk rve to still it. After an hour's obrvation they retreated, no less wi, it is thought, than when they had come.
No great time was required for the singular facts to rou the curiosity of the entire neig
hborhood. By day and by night crowds of persons asmbled at the Harding hou "eking a sign." It does not appear that any found it, yet so credible were the witness mentioned that none doubted the reality of the "manifestations" to which they testified.
By either a happy inspiration or some destructive design, it was one day propod--nobody appeared to know from whom the suggestion came- -to dig up the vine, and after a good deal of debate this was done. Nothing was found but the root, yet nothing could have been more strange!
For five or six feet from the trunk, which had at the surface of the ground a diameter of veral inches, it ran downward, single and straight, into a loo, friable earth; then it divided and subdivided into rootlets, fibers and filaments, most curiously interwoven. When carefully freed from soil they showed a singular formation. In their ramifications and doublings back upon themlves they made a compact network, having in size and shape an amazing remblance to the human figure. Head, trunk and limbs were there; even the fingers and toes were distinctly defined; and many profesd to e in the distri
bution and arrangement of the fibers in the globular mass reprenting the head a grotesque suggestion of a face. The figure was horizontal; the smaller roots had begun to unite at the breast.
