But someone was booming again.

 

"Mayella Violet Ewell -- !"

 

A young girl walked to the witness stand. As she raised her hand and swore that theevidence she gave would be the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth so helpher God, she seemed somehow fragile-looking, but when she sat facing us in thewitness chair she became what she was, a thick-bodied girl accustomed to strenuouslabor.

 

In Maycomb County, it was easy to tell when someone bathed regularly, as opposedto yearly lavations: Mr. Ewell had a scalded look; as if an overnight soaking haddeprived him of protective layers of dirt, his skin appeared to be sensitive to theelements. Mayella looked as if she tried to keep clean, and I was reminded of the row ofred geraniums in the Ewell yard.

 

Mr. Gilmer asked Mayella to tell the jury in her own words what happened on theevening of November twenty-first of last year, just in her own words, please.

 

Mayella sat silently.

 

"Where were you at dusk on that evening?" began Mr. Gilmer patiently.

 

"On the porch."

 

"Which porch?"

 

"Ain't but one, the front porch."

 

"What were you doing on the porch?"

 

"Nothin'."

 

Judge Taylor said, "Just tell us what happened. You can do that, can't you?"

 

Mayella stared at him and burst into tears. She covered her mouth with her hands andsobbed. Judge Taylor let her cry for a while, then he said, "That's enough now. Don't be'fraid of anybody here, as long as you tell the truth. All this is strange to you, I know, butyou've nothing to be ashamed of and nothing to fear. What are you scared of?"

 

Mayella said something behind her hands. "What was that?" asked the judge.

 

"Him," she sobbed¹, pointing at Atticus.

 

"Mr. Finch²?"

 

She nodded vigorously, saying, "Don't want him doin' me like he done Papa, tryin' tomake him out lefthanded…"

 

Judge Taylor scratched his thick white hair. It was plain that he had never beenconfronted with a problem of this kind. "How old are you?" he asked.

 

"Nineteen-and-a-half," Mayella said.

 

Judge Taylor cleared his throat and tried unsuccessfully to speak in soothing⁴ tones.

 

"Mr. Finch has no idea of scaring you," he growled⁵, "and if he did, I'm here to stop him.

 

That's one thing I'm sitting up here for. Now you're a big girl, so you just sit up straightand tell the -- tell us what happened to you. You can do that, can't you?"

 

I whispered to Jem, "Has she got good sense?"

 

Jem was squinting⁶ down at the witness stand. "Can't tell yet," he said. "She's gotenough sense to get the judge sorry for her, but she might be just -- oh, I don't know."

 

Mollified, Mayella gave Atticus a final terrified glance and said to Mr. Gilmer, "Well sir,I was on the porch and -- and he came along and, you see, there was this old chiffarobein the yard Papa'd brought in to chop up for kindlin' -- Papa told me to do it while he wasoff in the woods but I wadn't feelin' strong enough then, so he came by-"

 

"Who is 'he'?"

 

Mayella pointed⁷ to Tom Robinson. "I'll have to ask you to be more specific, please,"

 

said Mr. Gilmer. "The reporter can't put down gestures very well."

 

"That'n yonder," she said. "Robinson."

 

"Then what happened?"

 

"I said come here, nigger, and bust⁸ up this chiffarobe for me, I gotta nickel for you. Hecoulda done it easy enough, he could. So he come in the yard an' I went in the house toget him the nickel and I turned around an 'fore⁹ I knew it he was on me. Just run upbehind me, he did. He got me round the neck, cussin' me an' sayin' dirt -- Ifought'n'hollered, but he had me round the neck. He hit me agin an' agin -- "

 

Mr. Gilmer waited for Mayella to collect herself: she had twisted her handkerchief intoa sweaty rope; when she opened it to wipe her face it was a mass of creases¹⁰ from herhot hands. She waited for Mr. Gilmer to ask another question, but when he didn't, shesaid, "-he chunked me on the floor an' choked me'n took advantage of me."#p#分页标题#e#

 

"Did you scream?" asked Mr. Gilmer. "Did you scream and fight back?"

 

"Reckon I did, hollered for all I was worth, kicked and hollered loud as I could."

 

"Then what happened?"

 

"I don't remember too good, but next thing I knew Papa was in the room a'standingover me hollerin' who done it, who done it? Then I sorta fainted an' the next thing I knewMr. Tate was pullin' me up offa the floor and leadin' me to the water bucket."

 

Apparently¹² Mayella's recital¹³ had given her confidence, but it was not her father's brashkind: there was something stealthy about hers, like a steady-eyed cat with a twitchy tail.

 

"You say you fought him off as hard as you could? Fought him tooth and nail?" askedMr. Gilmer.

 

"I positively¹⁵ did," Mayella echoed her father.

 

"You are positive that he took full advantage of you?"

 

Mayella's face contorted, and I was afraid that she would cry again. Instead, she said,"He done what he was after."

 

Mr. Gilmer called attention to the hot day by wiping his head with his hand. "That's allfor the time being," he said pleasantly, "but you stay there. I expect big bad Mr. Finchhas some questions to ask you."

 

"State will not prejudice the witness against counsel for the defense¹⁶," murmured JudgeTaylor primly¹⁷, "at least not at this time."

 

Atticus got up grinning but instead of walking to the witness stand, he opened his coatand hooked his thumbs in his vest, then he walked slowly across the room to thewindows. He looked out, but didn't seem especially interested in what he saw, then heturned and strolled back to the witness stand. From long years of experience, I could tellhe was trying to come to a decision about something.

 

"Miss Mayella," he said, smiling, "I won't try to scare you for a while, not yet. Let's justget acquainted. How old are you?"

 

"Said I was nineteen, said it to the judge yonder." Mayella jerked her head resentfullyat the bench.

 

"So you did, so you did, ma'am. You'll have to bear with me, Miss Mayella, I'm gettingalong and can't remember as well as I used to. I might ask you things you've alreadysaid before, but you'll give me an answer, won't you? Good."

 

I could see nothing in Mayella's expression to justify¹⁸ Atticus's assumption that he hadsecured her wholehearted cooperation. She was looking at him furiously.

 

"Won't answer a word you say long as you keep on mockin' me," she said.

 

"Ma'am?" asked Atticus, startled.

 

"Long's you keep on makin' fun o'me."

 

Judge Taylor said, "Mr. Finch is not making fun of you. What's the matter with you?"

 

Mayella looked from under lowered eyelids¹⁹ at Atticus, but she said to the judge:

 

"Long's he keeps on callin' me ma'am an sayin' Miss Mayella. I don't hafta take hissass, I ain't called upon to take it."

 

Atticus resumed his stroll to the windows and let Judge Taylor handle this one. JudgeTaylor was not the kind of figure that ever evoked²⁰ pity, but I did feel a pang²¹ for him as hetried to explain. "That's just Mr. Finch's way," he told Mayella. "We've done business inthis court for years and years, and Mr. Finch is always courteous²² to everybody. He's nottrying to mock you, he's trying to be polite. That's just his way."

 

The judge leaned back. "Atticus, let's get on with these proceedings²³, and let the recordshow that the witness has not been sassed, her views to the contrary."

 

I wondered if anybody had ever called her "ma'am," or "Miss Mayella" in her life;probably not, as she took offense²⁴ to routine courtesy. What on earth was her life like? Isoon found out.

 

"You say you're nineteen," Atticus resumed. "How many sisters and brothers haveyou?" He walked from the windows back to the stand.

 

"Seb'm," she said, and I wondered if they were all like the specimen²⁵ I had seen thefirst day I started to school.

 

"You the eldest²⁶? The oldest?"

 

"Yes."

 

"How long has your mother been dead?"

 

"Don't know -- long time."

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"Did you ever go to school?"

 

"Read'n'write good as Papa yonder."

 

Mayella sounded like a Mr. Jingle²⁷ in a book I had been reading.

 

"How long did you go to school?"

 

"Two year -- three year -- dunno."

 

Slowly but surely I began to see the pattern of Atticus's questions: from questions thatMr. Gilmer did not deem sufficiently²⁸ irrelevant²⁹ or immaterial to object to, Atticus wasquietly building up before the jury a picture of the Ewells' home life. The jury learned thefollowing things: their relief check was far from enough to feed the family, and there wasstrong suspicion that Papa drank it up anyway -- he sometimes went off in the swamp fordays and came home sick; the weather was seldom cold enough to require shoes, butwhen it was, you could make dandy ones from strips of old tires; the family hauled itswater in buckets from a spring that ran out at one end of the dump -- they kept thesurrounding area clear of trash -- and it was everybody for himself as far as keepingclean went: if you wanted to wash you hauled your own water; the younger children hadperpetual colds and suffered from chronic³⁰ ground-itch; there was a lady who camearound sometimes and asked Mayella why she didn't stay in school -- she wrote downthe answer; with two members of the family reading and writing, there was no need forthe rest of them to learn -- Papa needed them at home.

 

"Miss Mayella," said Atticus, in spite of himself, "a nineteen-year-old girl like you musthave friends. Who are your friends?"

 

The witness frowned as if puzzled. "Friends?"

 

"Yes, don't you know anyone near your age, or older, or younger? Boys and girls?

 

Just ordinary friends?"

 

Mayella's hostility³¹, which had subsided³² to grudging³³ neutrality, flared³⁴ again. "Youmakin' fun o'me agin, Mr. Finch?"

 

Atticus let her question answer his.

 

"Do you love your father, Miss Mayella?" was his next.

 

"Love him, whatcha mean?"

 

"I mean, is he good to you, is he easy to get along with?"

 

"He does tollable, 'cept when -- "

 

"Except when?"

 

Mayella looked at her father, who was sitting with his chair tipped against the railing.

 

He sat up straight and waited for her to answer.

 

"Except when nothin'," said Mayella. "I said he does tollable."

 

Mr. Ewell leaned back again.

 

"Except when he's drinking?" asked Atticus so gently that Mayella nodded.

 

"Does he ever go after you?"

 

"How you mean?"

 

"When he's -- riled, has he ever beaten you?"

 

Mayella looked around, down at the court reporter, up at the judge. "Answer thequestion, Miss Mayella," said Judge Taylor.

 

"My paw's never touched a hair o'my head in my life," she declared firmly. "He nevertouched me."

 

Atticus's glasses had slipped a little, and he pushed them up on his nose. "We've hada good visit, Miss Mayella, and now I guess we'd better get to the case. You say youasked Tom Robinson to come chop up a -- what was it?"

 

"A chiffarobe, a old dresser full of drawers on one side."

 

"Was Tom Robinson well known to you?"

 

"Whaddya mean?"

 

"I mean did you know who he was, where he lived?"

 

Mayella nodded. "I knowed who he was, he passed the house every day."

 

"Was this the first time you asked him to come inside the fence?"

 

Mayella jumped slightly at the question. Atticus was making his slow pilgrimage to thewindows, as he had been doing: he would ask a question, then look out, waiting for ananswer. He did not see her involuntary jump, but it seemed to me that he knew she hadmoved. He turned around and raised his eyebrows³⁶. "Was -- " he began again.

 

"Yes it was."

 

"Didn't you ever ask him to come inside the fence before?"

 

She was prepared now. "I did not, I certainly did not."

 

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"I mighta," conceded Mayella. "There was several niggers around."

 

"Can you remember any other occasions?"

 

"No."

 

"All right, now to what happened. You said Tom Robinson was behind you in the roomwhen you turned around, that right?"

 

"Yes."

 

"You said he 'got you around the neck cussing and saying dirt' -- is that right?"

 

"'t's right."

 

Atticus's memory had suddenly become accurate. "You say 'he caught me andchoked me and took advantage of me' -- is that right?"

 

"That's what I said."

 

"Do you remember him beating you about the face?"

 

The witness hesitated.

 

"You seem sure enough that he choked you. All this time you were fighting back,remember? You 'kicked and hollered as loud as you could.' Do you remember himbeating you about the face?"

 

Mayella was silent. She seemed to be trying to get something clear to herself. Ithought for a moment she was doing Mr. Heck Tate's and my trick of pretending therewas a person in front of us. She glanced at Mr. Gilmer.

 

"It's an easy question, Miss Mayella, so I'll try again. Do you remember him beatingyou about the face?" Atticus's voice had lost its comfortableness; he was speaking in hisarid, detached professional voice. "Do you remember him beating you about the face?"

 

"No, I don't recollect³⁸ if he hit me. I mean yes I do, he hit me."

 

"Was your last sentence your answer?"

 

"Huh? Yes, he hit -- I just don't remember, I just don't remember… it all happened soquick."

 

Judge Taylor looked sternly at Mayella. "Don't you cry, young woman -- " he began,but Atticus said, "Let her cry if she wants to, Judge. We've got all the time in the world."

 

Mayella sniffed³⁹ wrathfully and looked at Atticus. "I'll answer any question you got -- getme up here an' mock me, will you? I'll answer any question you got -- "

 

"That's fine," said Atticus. "There're only a few more. Miss Mayella, not to be tedious,you've testified that the defendant⁴⁰ hit you, grabbed you around the neck, choked you,and took advantage of you. I want you to be sure you have the right man. Will youidentify the man who raped⁴² you?"

 

"I will, that's him right yonder."

 

Atticus turned to the defendant. "Tom, stand up. Let Miss Mayella have a good longlook at you. Is this the man, Miss Mayella?"

 

Tom Robinson's powerful shoulders rippled⁴³ under his thin shirt. He rose to his feet andstood with his right hand on the back of his chair. He looked oddly off balance, but it wasnot from the way he was standing¹¹. His left arm was fully³ twelve inches shorter than hisright, and hung dead at his side. It ended in a small shriveled hand, and from as faraway as the balcony I could see that it was no use to him.

 

"Scout⁴⁴," breathed Jem. "Scout, look! Reverend, he's crippled!"

 

Reverend Sykes leaned across me and whispered to Jem. "He got it caught in acotton gin, caught it in Mr. Dolphus Raymond's cotton gin when he was a boy… like tobled to death… tore all the muscles loose from his bones -- "

 

Atticus said, "Is this the man who raped you?"

 

"It most certainly is."

 

Atticus's next question was one word long. "How?"

 

Mayella was raging. "I don't know how he done it, but he done it -- I said it allhappened so fast I -- "

 

"Now let's consider this calmly -- " began Atticus, but Mr. Gilmer interrupted with anobjection: he was not irrelevant or immaterial, but Atticus was browbeating⁴⁵ the witness.

 

Judge Taylor laughed outright⁴⁶. "Oh sit down, Horace, he's doing nothing of the sort. Ifanything, the witness's browbeating Atticus."

 

Judge Taylor was the only person in the courtroom who laughed. Even the babieswere still, and I suddenly wondered if they had been smothered⁴⁷ at their mothers'

 

breasts.

 

"Now," said Atticus, "Miss Mayella, you've testified that the defendant choked and beatyou -- you didn't say that he sneaked⁴⁸ up behind you and knocked you cold, but youturned around and there he was -- " Atticus was back behind his table, and heemphasized his words by tapping his knuckles⁴⁹ on it. " -- do you wish to reconsider any ofyour testimony⁵⁰?"#p#分页标题#e#

 

"You want me to say something that didn't happen?"

 

"No ma'am, I want you to say something that did happen. Tell us once more, please,what happened?"

 

"I told'ja what happened."

 

"You testified that you turned around and there he was. He choked you then?"

 

"Yes."

 

"Then he released your throat and hit you?"

 

"I said he did."

 

"He blacked your left eye with his right fist?"

 

"I ducked and it -- it glanced, that's what it did. I ducked and it glanced off." Mayellahad finally seen the light.

 

"You're becoming suddenly clear on this point. A while ago you couldn't remember toowell, could you?"

 

"I said he hit me."

 

"All right. He choked you, he hit you, then he raped you, that right?"

 

"It most certainly is."

 

"You're a strong girl, what were you doing all the time, just standing there?"

 

"I told'ja I hollered'n'kicked'n'fought -- "

 

Atticus reached up and took off his glasses, turned his good right eye to the witness,and rained questions on her. Judge Taylor said, "One question at a time, Atticus. Givethe witness a chance to answer."

 

"All right, why didn't you run?"

 

"I tried…"

 

"Tried to? What kept you from it?"

 

"I -- he slung⁵¹ me down. That's what he did, he slung me down'n got on top of me."

 

"You were screaming all this time?"

 

"I certainly was."

 

"Then why didn't the other children hear you? Where were they? At the dump?"

 

"Where were they?"

 

No answer.

 

"Why didn't your screams make them come running? The dump's closer than thewoods, isn't it?"

 

No answer.

 

"Or didn't you scream until you saw your father in the window? You didn't think toscream until then, did you?"

 

No answer.

 

"Did you scream first at your father instead of at Tom Robinson? Was that it?"

 

No answer.

 

"Who beat you up? Tom Robinson or your father?"

 

No answer.

 

"What did your father see in the window, the crime of rape⁴¹ or the best defense to it?

 

Why don't you tell the truth, child, didn't Bob Ewell beat you up?"

 

When Atticus turned away from Mayella he looked like his stomach hurt, but Mayella'sface was a mixture of terror and fury. Atticus sat down wearily and polished his glasseswith his handkerchief.

 

Suddenly Mayella became articulate. "I got somethin' to say," she said.

 

Atticus raised his head. "Do you want to tell us what happened?"

 

But she did not hear the compassion⁵² in his invitation. "I got somethin' to say an' then Iain't gonna say no more. That nigger yonder took advantage of me an' if you fine fancygentlemen don't wanta do nothin' about it then you're all yellow stinkin' cowards, stinkin'

 

cowards, the lot of you. Your fancy airs don't come to nothin' -- your ma'amin' and MissMayellerin' don't come to nothin', Mr. Finch -- "

 

Then she burst into real tears. Her shoulders shook with angry sobs⁵³. She was as goodas her word. She answered no more questions, even when Mr. Gilmer tried to get herback on the track. I guess if she hadn't been so poor and ignorant, Judge Taylor wouldhave put her under the jail for the contempt she had shown everybody in the courtroom.

 

Somehow, Atticus had hit her hard in a way that was not clear to me, but it gave him nopleasure to do so. He sat with his head down, and I never saw anybody glare at anyonewith the hatred⁵⁴ Mayella showed when she left the stand and walked by Atticus's table.

 

When Mr. Gilmer told Judge Taylor that the state rested, Judge Taylor said, "It's timewe all did. We'll take ten minutes."

 

Atticus and Mr. Gilmer met in front of the bench and whispered, then they left thecourtroom by a door behind the witness stand, which was a signal for us all to stretch. Idiscovered that I had been sitting on the edge of the long bench, and I was somewhatnumb. Jem got up and yawned, Dill did likewise, and Reverend Sykes wiped his face onhis hat. The temperature was an easy ninety, he said.#p#分页标题#e#

 

Mr. Braxton Underwood, who had been sitting quietly in a chair reserved for the Press,soaking up testimony with his sponge of a brain, allowed his bitter eyes to rove over thecolored balcony, and they met mine. He gave a snort and looked away.

 

"Jem," I said, "Mr. Underwood's seen us."

 

"That's okay. He won't tell Atticus, he'll just put it on the social side of the Tribune."

 

Jem turned back to Dill, explaining, I suppose, the finer points of the trial to him, but Iwondered what they were. There had been no lengthy⁵⁵ debates between Atticus and Mr.

 

Gilmer on any points; Mr. Gilmer seemed to be prosecuting⁵⁶ almost reluctantly;witnesses had been led by the nose as asses³⁵ are, with few objections. But Atticus hadonce told us that in Judge Taylor's court any lawyer who was a strict constructionist onevidence usually wound up receiving strict instructions from the bench. He distilled⁵⁷ thisfor me to mean that Judge Taylor might look lazy and operate in his sleep, but he wasseldom reversed, and that was the proof of the pudding. Atticus said he was a goodjudge.

 

Presently Judge Taylor returned and climbed into his swivel chair. He took a cigarfrom his vest pocket and examined it thoughtfully. I punched Dill. Having passed thejudge's inspection⁵⁸, the cigar suffered a vicious bite. "We come down sometimes towatch him," I explained. "It's gonna take him the rest of the afternoon, now. You watch."

 

Unaware⁵⁹ of public scrutiny⁶⁰ from above, Judge Taylor disposed of the severed⁶¹ end bypropelling it expertly to his lips and saying, "Fhluck!" He hit a spittoon so squarely we could hear it slosh. "Bet he was hell with a spitball," murmured Dill.

 

As a rule, a recess⁶² meant a general exodus⁶³, but today people weren't moving. Eventhe Idlers who had failed to shame younger men from their seats had remained standingalong the walls. I guess Mr. Heck Tate had reserved the county toilet for court officials.

 

Atticus and Mr. Gilmer returned, and Judge Taylor looked at his watch. "It's gettin' onto four," he said, which was intriguing⁶⁴, as the courthouse clock must have struck thehour at least twice. I had not heard it or felt its vibrations⁶⁵.

 

"Shall we try to wind up this afternoon?" asked Judge Taylor. "How 'bout¹⁴ it, Atticus?"

 

"I think we can," said Atticus.

 

"How many witnesses you got?"

 

"One."

 

"Well, call him."

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