دانلود رایگان کتابThe Known World – Edward P. Jones
The evening his master died he worked again well after he ended the day for the other adults, his own wife among them,and sent them back with hunger and tiredness to their cabins. The young ones, his son among them, had been sent out of the fields an hour or so before the adults, to prepare the late supper and, f there was time enough, to play n the few minutes of sun that were left. When he, Moses, finally freed himself of the ancient and brittle harness that connected him to the oldest mule his master owned, all that was left of the sun was a five-inch-long memory of red orange laid out n still waves across the horizon between two mountains on the left and one on the right. He had been n the fields for all of
fourteen hours. He paused before leaving the fields as the evening quiet wrapped itself about him. The mule quivered, wanting home and rest. Moses closed his eyes and bent down and took a pinch of the soil and ate t with no more thought than if it were a spot of cornbread. He worked the dirt around n his mouth and swallowed, leaning his head back and opening his eyes n time to see the strip of sun fade to dark blue and then to nothing. He was the only man in the realm, slave or free, who ate dirt, but while the bondage women, particularly the pregnant ones, ate it for some incomprehensible need, for that something that ash cakes and apples and fatback did not give their bodies, he ate it not only to discover the strengths and weaknesses of the field, but because the eating of t tied him to the only thing n his
small world that meant almost as much as his own life.