wonder and my terror were extreme. But at length refection came to my aid.The cat, I remembered, had been hung in a garden adjacent to the house.Upon the alarm of fre, this garden had been immediately filled by the crowd—by some one of whom the animal must have been cut from the tree and thrown, through an open window, into my chamber.This had probably been done with the view of arousing me from sleep.The falling of other walls had compressed the victim of my cruelty into the substance of the freshly-spread plaster；the lime of which, with the fames, and the ammonia from the carcass, had then accomplished the portraiture as I saw it.
Although I thus readily accounted to my reason, if not altogether to my
conscience, for the startling fact just detailed, it did not the less fail to make a deep impression upon my fancy. For months I could not rid myself of the phantasm of the cat；and, during this period, there came back into my spirit a half-sentiment that seemed, but was not, remorse.I went so far as to regret the loss of the animal, and to look about me, among the vile haunts which I now habitually frequented for another pet of the same species, and of somewhat similar appearance, with which to supply its place.
One night as I sat, half stupefied, in a den of more than infamy, my attention
was suddenly drawn to some black object, reposing upon the head of one of the immense hogsheads of Gin, or of Rum, which constituted the chief furniture of the apartment. I had been looking steadily at the top of this hogshead for some minutes, and what now caused me surprise was the fact that I had not sooner
perceived the object thereupon.I approached it, and touched it with my hand.It was a black cat—a very large one—fully as large as Pluto, and closely resembling him in every respect but one.Pluto had not a white hair upon any portion of his body；but this cat had a large, although indefinite splotch of white, covering nearly the whole region of the breast.
Upon my touching him, he immediately arose, purred loudly, rubbed against my hand, and appeared delighted with my notice.This, then, was the very creature of which I was in search.I at once offered to purchase it of the landlord；but this person made no claim to it—knew nothing of it—had never seen it before.
I continued my caresses, and, when I prepared to go home, the animal
evinced a disposition to accompany me. I permitted it to do so；occasionally stooping and patting it as I proceeded.When it reached the house it domesticated itself at once, and became immediately a great favorite with my wife.
For my own part, I soon found a dislike to it arising within me. This was just
the reverse of what I had anticipated；but—I know not how or why it was—its evident fondness for myself rather disgusted and annoyed me.By slow degrees, these feelings of disgust and annoyance rose into the bitterness of hatred.I avoided the creature；a certain sense of shame, and the remembrance of my former deed of cruelty, preventing me from physically abusing it.I did not, for some weeks, strike, or otherwise violently ill use it；but gradually—very gradually—I came to look upon it with unutterable loathing, and to flee silently from its odious presence,as from the breath of a pestilence.
What added, no doubt, to my hatred of the beast, was the discovery, on the
morning after I brought it home, that, like Pluto, it also had been deprived of one of its eyes. This circumstance, however, only endeared it to my wife, who, as I have already said, possessed, in a high degree, that humanity of feeling which had once been my distinguishing trait, and the source of many of my simplest and purest pleasures.
With my aversion to this cat, however, its partiality for myself seemed to
increase. It followed my footsteps with a pertinacity which it would be difficult to make the reader comprehend.Whenever I sat, it would crouch beneath my chair, or spring upon my knees, covering me with its loathsome caresses.If I arose to walk it would get between my feet and thus nearly throw me down, or, fastening its long and sharp claws in my dress, clamber, in this manner, to my breast.At such times, although I longed to destroy it with a blow, I was yet withheld from so doing, partly by a memory of my former crime, but chiefly—let me confess it at once—by absolute dread of the beast.
This dread was not exactly a dread of physical evil—and yet I should be at a
loss how otherwise to define it. I am almost ashamed to own—yes, even in this felon's cell, I am almost ashamed to own—that the terror and horror with which the animal inspired me, had been heightened by one of the merest chimaeras it would be possible to conceive.My wife had called my attention, more than once, to the character of the mark of white hair, of which I have spoken, and which constituted the sole visible difference between the strange beast and the one I
had destroyed.The reader will remember that this mark, although large, had been originally very indefinite；but, by slow degrees—degrees nearly imperceptible, and which for a long time my Reason struggled to reject as fanciful—it had, at length, assumed a rigorous distinctness of outline.It was now the representation of an object that I shudder to name—and for this, above all, I loathed, and dreaded, and would have rid myself of the monster had I dared—it was now, I say, the image of a hideous—of a ghastly thing—of the GALLOWS！—oh, mournful and terrible engine of Horror and of Crime—of Agony and of Death！
And now was I indeed wretched beyond the wretchedness of mere Humanity.
And a brute beast—whose fellow I had contemptuously destroyed—a brute beast to work out for me—for me a man, fashioned in the image of the High God—so much of insufferable wo！Alas！neither by day nor by night knew I the blessing of Rest any more！During the former the creature left me no moment alone；and, in the latter, I started, hourly, from dreams of unutterable fear, to find the hot breath of the thing upon my face, and its vast weight—an incarnate Night-Mare that I had no power to shake off—incumbent eternally upon my heart！
Beneath the pressure of torments such as these, the feeble remnant of the
good within me succumbed. Evil thoughts became my sole intimates—the darkest and most evil of thoughts.The moodiness of my usual temper increased to hatred of all things and of all mankind；while, from the sudden, frequent, and ungovernable outbursts of a fury to which I now blindly abandoned myself, my uncomplaining wife, alas！was the most usual and the most patient of sufferers.
One day she accompanied me, upon some household errand, into the cellar
of the old building which our poverty compelled us to inhabit. The cat followed me down the steep stairs, and, nearly throwing me headlong, exasperated me to madness.Uplifting an axe, and forgetting, in my wrath, the childish dread which had hitherto stayed my hand, I aimed a blow at the animal which, of course, would have proved instantly fatal had it descended as I wished.But this blow was arrested by the hand of my wife.Goaded, by the interference, into a rage more than demoniacal, I withdrew my arm from her grasp and buried the axe in her brain.She fell dead upon the spot, without a groan.
This hideous murder accomplished, I set myself forthwith, and with entire
deliberation, to the task of concealing the body. I knew that I could not remove from the house, either by day or by night, without the risk of being observed by the neighbours.Many projects entered my mind.At one period I thought of cutting the corpse into minute fragments, and destroying them by fire.At another, I resolved to dig a grave for it in the floor of the cellar.Again, I deliberated about casting it in the well in the yard—about packing it in a box, as if merchandize, with the usual arrangements, and so getting a porter to take it from the house.Finally I hit upon what I considered a far better expedient than either of these.I determined to wall it up in the cellar—as the monks of the middle ages are recorded to have walled up their victims.
For a purpose such as this the cellar was well adapted. Its walls were loosely
constructed, and had lately been plastered throughout with a rough plaster, which
中学必读经典英文短篇小说《The black cat》赏析
