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"In the town they tell the story of the great pearl - how it was found and how it was lost again. They tell of Kino, the fisherman, and of his wife, Juana, and of the baby, Coyotito. And because the story has been told so often, it has taken root in every man's mind. And, as with all retold tales that are in people's hearts, there are only good and bad things and black and white things and good and evil things and no in-between anywhere. If this story is a parable, perhaps everyone takes his own meaning from it and reads his own life into it. In any case, they say in the town that..." I Kino awakened in the near dark. The stars still shone and the day had drawn only a pale wash of light in the lower sky to the east. The roosters had been crowing for some time, and the early pigs were already beginning their ceaseless turning of twigs and bits of wood to see whether anything to eat had been overlooked. Outside the brush house in the tuna clump, a covey of little birds chittered and flurried with their wings. Kino's eyes opened, and he looked first at the lightening square which was the door and then he looked at the hanging box where Coyotito slept. And last he turned his head to Juana, his wife, who lay beside him on the mat, her blue head-shawl over her nose and over her breasts and around the small of her back. Juana's eyes were open too. Kino could never remember seeing them closed when he awakened. Her dark eyes made little reflected stars. She was looking at him as she was always looking at him when he awakened. Kino heard the little splash of morning waves on the beach. It was very good - Kino closed his eyes again to listen to his music. Perhaps he alone did this and perhaps all of his people did it. His people had once been great makers of songs so that everything they saw or thought or did or heard became a song. That was very long ago. The songs remained; Kino knew them, but no new songs were added. That does not mean that there were no personal songs. In Kino's head there was a song now, clear and soft, and if he had been able to speak of it, he would have called it the Song of the Family. His blanket was over his nose to protect him from the dank air. His eyes flicked to a rustle beside him. It was Juana arising, almost soundlessly. On her hard bare feet she went to the hanging box where Coyotito slept, and she leaned over and said a little reassuring word. Coyotito looked up for a moment and closed his eyes and slept again. Juana went to the fire pit and uncovered a coal and fanned it alive while she broke little pieces of brush over it.
Now Kino got up and wrapped his blanket about his head and nose and shoulders. He slipped his feet into his sandals and went outside to watch the dawn. Outside the door he squatted down and gathered the blanket ends about his knees. He saw the specks of Gulf clouds flame high in the air. And a goat came near and sniffed at him and stared with its cold yellow eyes. Behind him Juanas fire leaped into flame and threw spears of light through the chinks of the brush-house wall and threw a wavering square of light out the door. A late moth blustered in to find the fire. The Song of the Family came now from behind Kino. And the rhythm of the family song was the grinding stone where Juana worked the corn for the morning cakes. The dawn came quickly now, a wash, a glow, a lightness, and then an explosion of fire as the sun arose out of the Gulf. Kino looked down to cover his eyes from the glare. He could hear the pat of the corncakes in the house and the rich smell of them on the cooking plate. The ants were busy on the ground, big black ones with shiny bodies, and little dusty quick ants. Kino watched with the detachment of God while a dusty ant frantically tried to escape the sand trap an ant lion had dug for him. A thin, timid dog came close and, at a soft word from Kino, curled up, arranged its tail neatly over its feet, and laid its chin delicately on the pile. It was a black dog with yellow-gold spots where its eyebrows should have been. It was a morning like other mornings and yet perfect among mornings. Kino heard the creak of the rope when Juana took Coyotito out of his hanging box and cleaned him and hammocked him in her shawl in a loop that placed him close to her breast. Kino could see these things without looking at them. Juana sang softly an ancient song that had only three notes and yet endless variety of interval. And this was part of the family song too. It was all part. Sometimes it rose to an aching chord that caught the throat, saying this is safety, this is warmth, this is the Whole. Across the brush fence were other brush houses, and the smoke camefrom them too, and the sound of breakfast, but those were other songs, their pigs were other pigs, their wives were not Juana. Kino was young and strong and his black hair hung over his brown forehead. His eyes were warm and fierce and bright and his mustache was thin and coarse. He lowered his blanket from his nose now, for the dark poisonous air was gone and the yellow sunlight fell on the house. Near the brush fence two roosters bowed and feinted at each other with squared wings and neck feathers ruffed out. It would be a clumsy fight. They were not game chickens. Kino watched them for a moment, and then his eyes went up to a flight of wild doves twinkling inland to the hills. The world was awake now, and Kino arose and went into his brush house. As he came through the door Juana stood up from the glowing fire pit. She put Coyotito back in his hanging box and then she combed her black hair and braided it in two braids and tied the ends with thin green ribbon. Kino squatted by the fire pit and rolled a hot corn-cake and dipped it in sauce and ate it. And he drank a little pulque and that was breakfast. That was the only breakfast he had ever known outside of feast days and one incredible fiesta on cookies that had nearly killed him. When Kino had finished, Juana came back to the fire and ate her breakfast. They had spoken once, but there is not need for speech if it is only a habit anyway. Kino sighed with satisfaction - and that was conversation.
The sun was warming the brush house, breaking through its crevices in long streaks. And one of the streaks fell on the hanging box where Coyotito lay, and on the ropes that held it. It was a tiny movement that drew their eyes to the hanging box. Kino and Juana froze in their positions. Down the rope that hung the baby's box from the roof support a scorpion moved slowly. His stinging tail was straight out behind him, but he could whip it up in a flash of time. Kino's breath whistled in his nostrils and he opened his mouth to stop it. And then the startled look was gone from him and the rigidity from his body. In his mind a new song had come, the Song of Evil, the music of the enemy, of any foe of the family, a savage, secret, dangerous melody, and underneath, the Song of the Family cried plaintively. The scorpion moved delicately down the rope toward the box. Under her breath Juana repeated an ancient magic to guard against such evil, and on top of that she muttered a Hail Mary between clenched teeth. But Kino was in motion. His body glided quietly across the room, noiselessly and smoothly. His hands were in front of him, palms down, and his eyes were on the scorpion. Beneath it in the hanging box Coyotito laughed and reached up his hand toward it. It sensed danger when Kino was almost within reach of it. It stopped, and its tail rose up over its back in little jerks and the curved thorn on the tail's end glistened. Kino stood perfectly still. He could hear Juana whispering the old magic again, and he could hear the evil music of the enemy. He could not move until the scorpion moved, and it felt for the source of the death that was coming to it. Kino's hand went forward very slowly, very smoothly. The thorned tail jerked upright. And at that moment the laughing Coyotito shook the rope and the scorpion fell. Kino's hand leaped to catch it, but it fell past his fingers, fell on the baby's shoulder, landed and struck. Then, snarling, Kino had it, had it in his fingers, rubbing it to a paste in his hands. He threw it down and beat it into the earth floor with his fist, and Coyotito screamed with pain in his box. But Kino beat and stamped the enemy until it was only a fragment and a moist place in the dirt. His teeth were bared and fury flared in his eyes and the Song of the Enemy roared in his ears. But Juana had the baby in her arms now. She found the puncture with redness starting from it already. She put her lips down over the puncture and sucked hard and spat and sucked again while Coyotito screamed. Kino hovered; he was helpless, he was in the way.
The screams of the baby brought the neighbors. Out of their brush houses they poured - Kino's brother Juan Tomás and his fat wife Apolonia and their four children crowded in the door and blocked the entrance, while behind them others tried to look in, and one small boy crawled among legs to have a look. And those in front passed the word back to those behind - "Scorpion. The baby has been stung." Juana stopped sucking the puncture for a moment. The little hole was slightly enlarged and its edges whitened from the sucking, but the red swelling extended farther around it in a hard lymphatic mound. And all of these people knew about the scorpion. An adult might be very ill from the sting, but a baby could easily die from the poison. First, they knew, would come swelling and fever and tightened throat, and then cramps in the stomach, and then Coyotito might die if enough of the poison had gone in. But the stinging pain of the bite was going away. Coyotito's screams turned to moans. Kino had wondered often at the iron in his patient, fragile wife. She, who was obedient and respectful and cheerful and patient, could bear physical pain with hardly a cry. She could stand fatigue and hunger almost better than Kino himself. In the canoe she was like a strong man. And now she did a most surprising thing. "The doctor," she said. "Go to get the doctor." The word was passed out among the neighbors where they stood close-packed in the little yard behind the brush fence. And they repeated among themselves, "Juana wants the doctor." A wonderful thing, a memorable thing, to want the doctor. To get him would be a remarkable thing. The doctor never came to the cluster of brush houses. Why should he, when he had more than he could do to take care of the rich people who lived in the stone and plaster houses of the town? "He would not come," the people in the yard said. "He would not come," the people in the door said, and the thought got into Kino. "The doctor would not come," Kino said to Juana. She looked up at him, her eyes as cold as the eyes of a lioness. This was Juana's first baby - this was nearly everything there was in Juana's world. And Kino saw her determination and the music of the family sounded in his head with a steely tone. "Then we will go to him," Juana said, and with one hand she arranged her dark blue shawl over her head and made of one end of it a sling to hold the moaning baby and made of the other end of it a shade over his eyes to protect him from the light. The people in the door pushed against those behind to let her through. Kino followed her. They went out of the gate to the rutted path and the neighbours followed them. The thing had become a neighbourhood affair. They made a quick soft-footed procession into the center of the town, first Juana and Kino, and behind them Juan Tomás and Apolonia, her big stomach jiggling with the strenuous pace, then all the neighbours with the children trotting on the flanks. And the yellow sun threw their black shadows ahead of them so that they walked on their own shadows. They came to the place where the brush houses stopped and the city of stone and plaster began, the city of harsh outer walls and inner cool gardens where a little water played and the bougainvillaea crusted the walls with purple and brick-red and white. They heard from the secret gardens the singing of caged birds and heard the splash of cooling water on hot flagstones. The procession crossed the blinding plaza and passed in front of the church. It had grown now, and on the outskirts the hurrying newcomers were being softly informed how the baby had been stung by a scorpion, how the father and mother were taking it to the doctor. And the newcomers, particularly the beggars from the front of the church who were great experts in financial analysis, looked quickly at Juana's old blue skirt, saw the tears in her shawl, appraised the green ribbon on her braids, read the age of Kino's blanket and the thousand washings of his clothes, and set them down as poverty people and went along to see what kind of drama might develop. The four beggars in front of the church knew everything in the town.They were students of the expressions of young women as they went into confession, and they saw them as they came out and read the nature of the sin. They knew every little scandal and some very big crimes. They slept at their posts in the shadow of the church so that no one crept in for consolation without their knowledge. And they knew the doctor. They knew his ignorance, his cruelty, his avarice, his appetites, his sins. They knew his clumsy abortions and the little brown pennies he gave sparingly for alms. They had seen his corpses go into the church. And, since early Mass was over and business was slow, they followed the procession, these endless searchers after perfect knowledge of their fellow men, to see what the fat lazy doctor would do about an indigent baby with a scorpion bite. The scurrying procession came at last to the big gate in the wall ofthe doctor's house. They could hear the splashing water and the singing of caged birds and the sweep of the long brooms on the flagstones. And they could smell the frying of good bacon from the doctor's house. Kino hesitated a moment. This doctor was not of his people. This doctor was of a race which for nearly four hundred years had beaten and starved and robbed and despised Kino's race, and frightened it too, so that the indigene came humbly to the door. And as always when he came near to one of this race, Kino felt weak and afraid and angry at the same time. Rage and terror went together. He could kill the doctor more easily than he could talk to him, for all of thedoctor's race spoke to all of Kino's race as though they were simple animals. And as Kino raised his right hand to the iron ring knocker in the gate, rage swelled in him, and the pounding music of the enemy beat in his ears, and his lips drew tight against his teeth - but with his left hand he reached to take off his hat. The iron ring pounded against the gate. Kino took off his hat and stood waiting. Coyotito moaned a little in Juana's arms, and she spoke softly to him. The procession crowded close the better to see and hear.
After a moment the big gate opened a few inches. Kino could see the green coolness of the garden and little splashing fountain through the opening. The man who looked out at him was one of his own race. Kino spoke to him in the old language. "The little one - the firstborn - has been poisoned by the scorpion," Kino said. "He requires the skill of the healer." The gate closed a little, and the servant refused to speak in the old language. "A little moment," he said. "I go to inform myself," and he closed the gate and slid the bolt home. The glaring sun threw the bunched shadows of the people blackly on the white wall. In his chamber the doctor sat up in his high bed. He had on his dressing-gown of red watered silk that had come from Paris, a little tight over the chest now if it was buttoned. On his lap was a silver tray with a silver chocolate pot and a tiny cup of egg-shell china, so delicate that it looked silly when he lifted it with his big hand, lifted it with the tips of thumb and forefinger and spread theother three fingers wide to get them out of the way. His eyes rested in puffy little hammocks of flesh and his mouth drooped with discontent. He was growing very stout, and his voice was hoarse with the fat that pressed on his throat. Beside him on a table was a small Oriental gong and a bowl of cigarettes. The furnishings of the room were heavy and dark and gloomy. The pictures were religious, even the large tinted photograph of his dead wife, who, if Masses willed and paid for out of her own estate could do it, was in Heaven. The doctor had once for a short time been a part of the great world and his whole subsequent life was memory and longing for France. "That," he said, "was civilized living" - by which he meant that on a small income he had been able to enjoy some luxury and eat in restaurants. He poured his second cup of chocolate and crumbled a sweet biscuit in his fingers. The servant from the gate came to the open door and stood waiting to be noticed. "Yes?" the doctor asked. "It is a little Indian with a baby. He says a scorpion stung it." The doctor put his cup down gently before he let his anger rise. "Have I nothing better to do than cure insect bites for 'little Indians'? I am a doctor, not a veterinary." "Yes, Patron," said the servant. "Has he any money?" the doctor demanded. "No, they never have any money. I, I alone in the world am supposed to work for nothing - and I am tired of it. See if he has any money!" At the gate the servant opened the door a trifle and looked out at the waiting people. And this time he spoke in the old language. "Have you money to pay for the treatment?" Now Kino reached into a secret place somewhere under his blanket. He brought out a paper folded many times. Crease by crease he unfolded it, until at last there came to view eight small misshapen seed pearls, as ugly and gray as little ulcers, flattened and almost valueless. The servant took the paper and closed the gate again, but this time he was not gone long. He opened the gate just wide enough to pass the paper back. "The doctor has gone out," he said. "He was called to a serious case." And he shut the gate quickly out of shame. And now a wave of shame went over the whole procession. They melted away. The beggars went back to the church steps, the stragglers moved off, and the neighbors departed so that the public shaming of Kino would not be in their eyes. For a long time Kino stood in front of the gate with Juana beside him. Slowly he put his suppliant hat on his head. Then, without warning, he struck the gate a crushing blow with his fist. He looked down in wonder at his split knuckles and at the blood that flowed down between his fingers.
when i was reading it i couldn't understand a thing honestly, when you read it i set the settings for it to be faster, and i understood everything perfectly. Thank you so much!😭
Yes I had to read it in school. I learned a great lesson from it. Remembering names, brought me back to the story. It is best to keep things to youself and know the right time to present it. I appreciate looking for it here on YT, And found it!! After all of these years. Thank Uuu. 2021
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I just read this book for the first time and I did enjoy it but ---- spoiler coming ---- the ending doesn't make sense to me. Why does the couple return to town at the end? Why are they allowed to? They spend half the book running away from a town where they're wanted for murder and then at the end they just go back. No confrontation, no explanation. How does that work? And why on earth would they go back to town when they were already so far from home and malnourished (and closer to the next city) AND they had just successfully killed the 3 men who were trailing them. I understand their son died and "the pearl is evil" etc but why turn around at that point? Did I miss something?
When they return home, they fully accept the consequences of doing that. Not just the murder that took place before fleeing, but also having a busted canoe and a burnt down house. You don't get to know the consequences of the murder, just as you don't get to know the consequences of them being unemployed and homeless. It's up to you to decide how the town is realistically going to handle the situation. As for the notion that it doesn't make sense to return since they came so far, killed three people, and were already malnourished; there's one important thing you need to remember. When Quino tells the townspeople what he's going to do with the money, he mentions that he's going to get married, buy a rifle, and get his son an education. One of those three things is evidently most important to him, and it's the last one. When he goes to sleep, he dreams of coyotito learning to read. When he looks into the pearl, he sees coyotito reading. In both of these instances, neither the wedding nor the rifle come up. With that being said, you can safely assume that, without the existence of his son, it not even worth going to the capital to sell the pearl for a higher price. If he can't buy his child an education, then he might as well have just sold it to the brokers in his hometown who were purposely underselling him. I hope this makes sense.
fun times at 2 am when you are supposed to have read the book by tomorrow
1:37 LMAO
this is me rnn LMAOO
lauren paige literally what i am doing rn
Chile yes
Juilus Ashenfeter im not even gonna lie, this is literally me
Anyone have to do this for homework
this bullshit😭
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When you have less than 24 hours to finish a book report
Yup and I also have to write a fill essay
Lol, and I've had all summer to do it but I've waited till 3 days left...... ☹
actually 12 hours
13 hrs for me
Lol me rn but its face to face🥲
IF YOU ARE A FAST READER THE BEST WAY TO READ THIS IS TO PUT THE PLAYBACK SPEED ON 1.5 OR 1.75 AND TURN THE CAPTIONS ON THANK ME LATER 😁😁
Life saver
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This dude a fucking Einstein out here
thats exactly what i do
Oh my god I love you
these really help when your in honors class and you dont wanna read
um no I know right it’s boring to read so the teacher even said that we could use an audiobook
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I feel that vibe
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This is due tmrw and I'm just now listening to it 😭💅
same thing happening to me now 💀 good thing its only 6 chapters-
same
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Bro it's 3 A.M and my parents are still asleep🥲🥶🤧😰
take one for the team and send me ur work
I’m supposed to pay attention to this and all I’m doing is reading the comments
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who else is to lazy to read for class so they found a audiobook
Me
Me but i still reading the subtitle :v
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i don't have the booooooook and i'm angry
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since covid-19 is here, i have to be doing online school. >:/
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Hey I hate this to
When you have 3 days to finish your essay for school so you listen to an audio book
#Procrastination
#9thgrade
#lazysquad
I’m in 7th grade having to read this -_-
Infuz3 BuckHunt
Sameeee I’m in an English honors class
@@yoonminenthusiast7388 im not an engpish honor but a 7th grade and i have ti read this.
I'm in 7th grade. Fight me
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man this helped me alot for a school project
MAYH3M_ Gaming0 are you treading the pearl and of mice and men?
MAYH3M_ Gaming0 omg yes it did
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I hate school😂😂 thank you for this I would have never been able to read this myself without losing my sanity😂😂
i'm here because of my english teacher: i need to thanks her i re-read the book a lot of time and that audio book saved me seriously
Yixi Huang
Yea same
this book brings visual imagery to a whole new level I don't want to go to
So real.
You already know everyone here bc it’s some book you have to read for school and u not here for fun
This video is saving my life now because it was my homework to read the 1st chapter of the pearl
If u have questions u have to answer abt it go to the website quizlet and press the button that says flashcards for this book and it gives the questions and answers JDJDHD
Ugh this book is so boring but thank you lol 😆
Caroline Ryan
I have to agree but i dont want to say it😳
lmao thanks now i still have to do my summer work that is due in 5 hours
Nahh fr 😂
I have to do this for lnguage art but somce she just said read it im listening to it
I think it more the way its being read. So lethargic and unbearably droll.
i had to read this over the summer and its due on the first day 😳 thank you 👊😔
k m. Lmao😂 same. I go back on the 12😭😂
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"In the town they tell the story of the great pearl - how it was found and how it was lost again. They tell of Kino, the fisherman, and of his wife, Juana, and of the baby, Coyotito. And because the story has been told so often, it has taken root in every man's mind. And, as with all retold tales that are in people's hearts, there are only good and bad things and black and white things and good and evil things and no in-between anywhere.
If this story is a parable, perhaps everyone takes his own meaning from it and reads his own life into it. In any case, they say in the town that..."
I
Kino awakened in the near dark. The stars still shone and the day had drawn only a pale wash of light in the lower sky to the east. The roosters had been crowing for some time, and the early pigs were already beginning their ceaseless turning of twigs and bits of wood to see whether anything to eat had been overlooked. Outside the brush house in the tuna clump, a covey of little birds chittered and flurried with their wings.
Kino's eyes opened, and he looked first at the lightening square which was the door and then he looked at the hanging box where Coyotito slept. And last he turned his head to Juana, his wife, who lay beside him on the mat, her blue head-shawl over her nose and over her breasts and around the small of her back. Juana's eyes were open too. Kino could never remember seeing them closed when he awakened. Her dark eyes made little reflected stars. She was looking at him as she was always looking at him when he awakened.
Kino heard the little splash of morning waves on the beach. It was very good - Kino closed his eyes again to listen to his music. Perhaps he alone did this and perhaps all of his people did it. His people had once been great makers of songs so that everything they saw or thought or did or heard became a song. That was very long ago. The songs remained; Kino knew them, but no new songs were added. That does not mean that there were no personal songs. In Kino's head there was a song now, clear and soft, and if he had been able to speak of it, he would have called it the Song of the Family.
His blanket was over his nose to protect him from the dank air. His eyes flicked to a rustle beside him. It was Juana arising, almost soundlessly. On her hard bare feet she went to the hanging box where Coyotito slept, and she leaned over and said a little reassuring word. Coyotito looked up for a moment and closed his eyes and slept again.
Juana went to the fire pit and uncovered a coal and fanned it alive while she broke little pieces of brush over it.
Now Kino got up and wrapped his blanket about his head and nose and shoulders. He slipped his feet into his sandals and went outside to watch the dawn.
Outside the door he squatted down and gathered the blanket ends about his knees. He saw the specks of Gulf clouds flame high in the air. And a goat came near and sniffed at him and stared with its cold yellow eyes. Behind him Juanas fire leaped into flame and threw spears of light through the chinks of the brush-house wall and threw a wavering square of light out the door. A late moth blustered in to find the fire. The Song of the Family came now from behind Kino. And the rhythm of the family song was the grinding stone where Juana worked the corn for the morning cakes.
The dawn came quickly now, a wash, a glow, a lightness, and then an explosion of fire as the sun arose out of the Gulf. Kino looked down to cover his eyes from the glare. He could hear the pat of the corncakes in the house and the rich smell of them on the cooking plate. The ants were busy on the ground, big black ones with shiny bodies, and little dusty quick ants. Kino watched with the detachment of God while a dusty ant frantically tried to escape the sand trap an ant lion had dug for him. A thin, timid dog came close and, at a soft word from Kino, curled up, arranged its tail neatly over its feet, and laid its chin delicately on the pile. It was a black dog with yellow-gold spots where its eyebrows should have been. It was a morning like other mornings and yet perfect among mornings.
Kino heard the creak of the rope when Juana took Coyotito out of his hanging box and cleaned him and hammocked him in her shawl in a loop that placed him close to her breast. Kino could see these things without looking at them. Juana sang softly an ancient song that had only three notes and yet endless variety of interval. And this was part of the family song too. It was all part. Sometimes it rose to an aching chord that caught the throat, saying this is safety, this is warmth, this is the Whole.
Across the brush fence were other brush houses, and the smoke camefrom them too, and the sound of breakfast, but those were other songs, their pigs were other pigs, their wives were not Juana. Kino was young and strong and his black hair hung over his brown forehead. His eyes were warm and fierce and bright and his mustache was thin and coarse. He lowered his blanket from his nose now, for the dark poisonous air was gone and the yellow sunlight fell on the house. Near the brush fence two roosters bowed and feinted at each other with squared wings and neck feathers ruffed out. It would be a clumsy fight. They were not game chickens. Kino watched them for a moment, and then his eyes went up to a flight of wild doves twinkling inland to the hills. The world was awake now, and Kino arose and went into his brush house.
As he came through the door Juana stood up from the glowing fire pit. She put Coyotito back in his hanging box and then she combed her black hair and braided it in two braids and tied the ends with thin green ribbon. Kino squatted by the fire pit and rolled a hot corn-cake and dipped it in sauce and ate it. And he drank a little pulque and that was breakfast. That was the only breakfast he had ever known outside of feast days and one incredible fiesta on cookies that had nearly killed him. When Kino had finished, Juana came back to the fire and ate her breakfast. They had spoken once, but there is not need for speech if it is only a habit anyway. Kino sighed with satisfaction - and that was conversation.
The sun was warming the brush house, breaking through its crevices in long streaks. And one of the streaks fell on the hanging box where Coyotito lay, and on the ropes that held it.
It was a tiny movement that drew their eyes to the hanging box. Kino and Juana froze in their positions. Down the rope that hung the baby's box from the roof support a scorpion moved slowly. His stinging tail was straight out behind him, but he could whip it up in a flash of time.
Kino's breath whistled in his nostrils and he opened his mouth to stop it. And then the startled look was gone from him and the rigidity from his body. In his mind a new song had come, the Song of Evil, the music of the enemy, of any foe of the family, a savage, secret, dangerous melody, and underneath, the Song of the Family cried plaintively.
The scorpion moved delicately down the rope toward the box. Under her breath Juana repeated an ancient magic to guard against such evil, and on top of that she muttered a Hail Mary between clenched teeth. But Kino was in motion. His body glided quietly across the room, noiselessly and smoothly. His hands were in front of him, palms down, and his eyes were on the scorpion. Beneath it in the hanging box Coyotito laughed and reached up his hand toward it. It sensed danger when Kino was almost within reach of it. It stopped, and its tail rose up over its back in little jerks and the curved thorn on the tail's end glistened.
Kino stood perfectly still. He could hear Juana whispering the old magic again, and he could hear the evil music of the enemy. He could not move until the scorpion moved, and it felt for the source of the death that was coming to it. Kino's hand went forward very slowly, very smoothly. The thorned tail jerked upright. And at that moment the laughing Coyotito shook the rope and the scorpion fell.
Kino's hand leaped to catch it, but it fell past his fingers, fell on the baby's shoulder, landed and struck. Then, snarling, Kino had it, had it in his fingers, rubbing it to a paste in his hands. He threw it down and beat it into the earth floor with his fist, and Coyotito screamed with pain in his box. But Kino beat and stamped the enemy until it was only a fragment and a moist place in the dirt. His teeth were bared and fury flared in his eyes and the Song of the Enemy roared in his ears.
But Juana had the baby in her arms now. She found the puncture with redness starting from it already. She put her lips down over the puncture and sucked hard and spat and sucked again while Coyotito screamed.
Kino hovered; he was helpless, he was in the way.
The screams of the baby brought the neighbors. Out of their brush houses they poured - Kino's brother Juan Tomás and his fat wife Apolonia and their four children crowded in the door and blocked the entrance, while behind them others tried to look in, and one small boy crawled among legs to have a look. And those in front passed the word back to those behind - "Scorpion. The baby has been stung."
Juana stopped sucking the puncture for a moment. The little hole was slightly enlarged and its edges whitened from the sucking, but the red swelling extended farther around it in a hard lymphatic mound. And all of these people knew about the scorpion. An adult might be very ill from the sting, but a baby could easily die from the poison. First, they knew, would come swelling and fever and tightened throat, and then cramps in the stomach, and then Coyotito might die if enough of the poison had gone in. But the stinging pain of the bite was going away. Coyotito's screams turned to moans.
Kino had wondered often at the iron in his patient, fragile wife. She, who was obedient and respectful and cheerful and patient, could bear physical pain with hardly a cry. She could stand fatigue and hunger almost better than Kino himself. In the canoe she was like a strong man. And now she did a most surprising thing.
"The doctor," she said. "Go to get the doctor."
The word was passed out among the neighbors where they stood close-packed in the little yard behind the brush fence. And they repeated among themselves, "Juana wants the doctor." A wonderful thing, a memorable thing, to want the doctor. To get him would be a remarkable thing. The doctor never came to the cluster of brush houses. Why should he, when he had more than he could do to take care of the rich people who lived in the stone and plaster houses of the town?
"He would not come," the people in the yard said.
"He would not come," the people in the door said, and the thought got into Kino. "The doctor would not come," Kino said to Juana.
She looked up at him, her eyes as cold as the eyes of a lioness. This was Juana's first baby - this was nearly everything there was in Juana's world. And Kino saw her determination and the music of the family sounded in his head with a steely tone.
"Then we will go to him," Juana said, and with one hand she arranged her dark blue shawl over her head and made of one end of it a sling to hold the moaning baby and made of the other end of it a shade over his eyes to protect him from the light. The people in the door pushed against those behind to let her through. Kino followed her. They went out of the gate to the rutted path and the neighbours followed them.
The thing had become a neighbourhood affair. They made a quick soft-footed procession into the center of the town, first Juana and Kino, and behind them Juan Tomás and Apolonia, her big stomach jiggling with the strenuous pace, then all the neighbours with the children trotting on the flanks. And the yellow sun threw their black shadows ahead of them so that they walked on their own shadows.
They came to the place where the brush houses stopped and the city of stone and plaster began, the city of harsh outer walls and inner cool gardens where a little water played and the bougainvillaea crusted the walls with purple and brick-red and white. They heard from the secret gardens the singing of caged birds and heard the splash of cooling water on hot flagstones. The procession crossed the blinding plaza and passed in front of the church. It had grown now, and on the outskirts the hurrying newcomers were being softly informed how the baby had been stung by a scorpion, how the father and mother were taking it to the doctor.
And the newcomers, particularly the beggars from the front of the church who were great experts in financial analysis, looked quickly at Juana's old blue skirt, saw the tears in her shawl, appraised the green ribbon on her braids, read the age of Kino's blanket and the thousand washings of his clothes, and set them down as poverty people and went along to see what kind of drama might develop. The four beggars in front of the church knew everything in the town.They were students of the expressions of young women as they went into confession, and they saw them as they came out and read the nature of the sin. They knew every little scandal and some very big crimes. They slept at their posts in the shadow of the church so that no one crept in for consolation without their knowledge. And they knew the doctor. They knew his ignorance, his cruelty, his avarice, his appetites, his sins. They knew his clumsy abortions and the little brown pennies he gave sparingly for alms. They had seen his corpses go into the church. And, since early Mass was over and business was slow, they followed the procession, these endless searchers after perfect knowledge of their fellow men, to see what the fat lazy doctor would do about an indigent baby with a scorpion bite.
The scurrying procession came at last to the big gate in the wall ofthe doctor's house. They could hear the splashing water and the singing of caged birds and the sweep of the long brooms on the flagstones. And they could smell the frying of good bacon from the doctor's house.
Kino hesitated a moment. This doctor was not of his people. This doctor was of a race which for nearly four hundred years had beaten and starved and robbed and despised Kino's race, and frightened it too, so that the indigene came humbly to the door. And as always when he came near to one of this race, Kino felt weak and afraid and angry at the same time. Rage and terror went together. He could kill the doctor more easily than he could talk to him, for all of thedoctor's race spoke to all of Kino's race as though they were simple animals. And as Kino raised his right hand to the iron ring knocker in the gate, rage swelled in him, and the pounding music of the enemy beat in his ears, and his lips drew tight against his teeth - but with his left hand he reached to take off his hat. The iron ring pounded against the gate. Kino took off his hat and stood waiting. Coyotito moaned a little in Juana's arms, and she spoke softly to him. The procession crowded close the better to see and hear.
After a moment the big gate opened a few inches. Kino could see the green coolness of the garden and little splashing fountain through the opening. The man who looked out at him was one of his own race. Kino spoke to him in the old language. "The little one - the firstborn - has been poisoned by the scorpion," Kino said. "He requires the skill of the healer."
The gate closed a little, and the servant refused to speak in the old language. "A little moment," he said. "I go to inform myself," and he closed the gate and slid the bolt home. The glaring sun threw the bunched shadows of the people blackly on the white wall.
In his chamber the doctor sat up in his high bed. He had on his dressing-gown of red watered silk that had come from Paris, a little tight over the chest now if it was buttoned. On his lap was a silver tray with a silver chocolate pot and a tiny cup of egg-shell china, so delicate that it looked silly when he lifted it with his big hand, lifted it with the tips of thumb and forefinger and spread theother three fingers wide to get them out of the way. His eyes rested in puffy little hammocks of flesh and his mouth drooped with discontent. He was growing very stout, and his voice was hoarse with the fat that pressed on his throat. Beside him on a table was a small Oriental gong and a bowl of cigarettes. The furnishings of the room were heavy and dark and gloomy. The pictures were religious, even the large tinted photograph of his dead wife, who, if Masses willed and paid for out of her own estate could do it, was in Heaven. The doctor had once for a short time been a part of the great world and his whole subsequent life was memory and longing for France. "That," he said, "was civilized living" - by which he meant that on a small income he had been able to enjoy some luxury and eat in restaurants. He poured his second cup of chocolate and crumbled a sweet biscuit in his fingers. The servant from the gate came to the open door and stood waiting to be noticed.
"Yes?" the doctor asked.
"It is a little Indian with a baby. He says a scorpion stung it."
The doctor put his cup down gently before he let his anger rise.
"Have I nothing better to do than cure insect bites for 'little Indians'? I am a doctor, not a veterinary."
"Yes, Patron," said the servant.
"Has he any money?" the doctor demanded. "No, they never have any money. I, I alone in the world am supposed to work for nothing - and I am tired of it. See if he has any money!"
At the gate the servant opened the door a trifle and looked out at the waiting people. And this time he spoke in the old language.
"Have you money to pay for the treatment?"
Now Kino reached into a secret place somewhere under his blanket. He brought out a paper folded many times. Crease by crease he unfolded it, until at last there came to view eight small misshapen seed pearls, as ugly and gray as little ulcers, flattened and almost valueless. The servant took the paper and closed the gate again, but this time he was not gone long. He opened the gate just wide enough to pass the paper back.
"The doctor has gone out," he said. "He was called to a serious case." And he shut the gate quickly out of shame.
And now a wave of shame went over the whole procession. They melted away. The beggars went back to the church steps, the stragglers moved off, and the neighbors departed so that the public shaming of Kino would not be in their eyes.
For a long time Kino stood in front of the gate with Juana beside him. Slowly he put his suppliant hat on his head. Then, without warning, he struck the gate a crushing blow with his fist. He looked down in wonder at his split knuckles and at the blood that flowed down between his fingers.
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who else is here reading the book the day before you have a quiz on it 😇
This really helped when you have to have the book read by tomorrow and then you check in your back pack and realize you left it at school
@belveric bruh
Lol
Bro slept everytime I my teacher read this. Now I got exam tomorrow 😭 and this will be in it. Thank god this exist so I don't need to read
4:04 Personification of the flame.
when i was reading it i couldn't understand a thing honestly, when you read it i set the settings for it to be faster, and i understood everything perfectly. Thank you so much!😭
When you gotta do summer reading and school starts soon
Fax
Yes I had to read it in school. I learned a great lesson from it. Remembering names, brought me back to the story. It is best to keep things to youself and know the right time to present it.
I appreciate looking for it here on YT, And found it!!
After all of these years. Thank Uuu. 2021
Sup 2018 students in year 9 lmao
fuck u
Hahah year 10 🤙🏼
how did you know 🌚
*8th grade
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Wow! The reading and change of mood is impressive and really enjoyable to listen to! Thank you for making this!
When the comments say good luck freshmen advanced and im in 8th grade and not advanced
fr me too im in 8th grade and def not advanced
I'm 9th grade rn lmao
his voice is soothing while you listen
Mike Milano I
i fell asleep
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If you guys are here, there is a website that gives you a summary of literally any book, just search it up👍
What is the website?
the voice is so soothing i highkey had to change audio books because i would fall asleep
wassssuuup
its very good💕💕
i lost my book and we are writing about the pearl tomorrow
Zoe omg Sameeee I lost it and now I have to pay it to the school
im here at 9 o'clock stuck listening to audio boocks
This is actually some skilled reading
I can't read a book I don't want to read.. I lose concentration and at the time I'm just slowly scanning the book... But this helped thanks!
I didn’t feel like reading but this guy’s voice made me fall asleep because of how slow he reads and monotone it is
Put it in 1.75x
I got a 5 paragraph essay due tomorrow and I am currently listening to chapter one on audiobook. :(
3 years later I hope you did ok I’m in the same situation
I didn't know I could understand this book till I heard from this guy
Easy summerization for this chapter
Coyotito was stung by a scorpian
yeah
Yall if u go to quizlet flashcards for this book it gives u the questions and answers for chapters 1-3 for school work JDHSHHS
so good i really like it because it helps me understand more about the book
This is due today and I’m listening to it now
I started reading this little book yestarday to improve my English.
Thanks so much! Lol I couldn’t actually read the book because I would get distracted and procrastinate
2020 got me doing this :\
This assignment will literally make the difference between me graduating high school or not... shit.
this is a very good way of studying for the lazy readers
Anyone else hear for school but is too lazy to read the actual book?
same
Yup!! I mean why else would I listen to a book 😂
30 minutes left can I do 3 chapters and questions tune in next time
So how did it go lol
This really helped me I really don't like reading. And I had to read it by tomorrow 😆
This gonna help me a lot for this semester
Reading this chapter was so descriptive and boring but listening to it gave me a better visual of the story
got a project for honors on this book due by the end of summer thank you so much
i had to write a book report and its due in a few days. thank God for audio books
8:24 book mark
did you ever finished it?
@@atezzza8093 no 💀
honors english project due tomorrow - tuff
i luv your profile pic... lol
He talks so slow that i have to change the speed of the video.
İngilizce öğrenmeye karar vereli yaklaşık 10 dakika oluyor kendimi bu videoda buldum hadi bakalım başlıyoruz
Thanks to all that take time to offer free access to productive info/entertainment.
“The stinging pain of the bite.” Wait.... I thought the baby was stung!! What is this SCIENCE!?
2024, and we still got this book going😒
I have to write an essay on this book tomorrow for my English B exam
Bro who's here in 2020 for 7th grade ELA class? I was supposed to read this days ago lol
Aye did you ever finish it I have 4 more days left
and can you send me your answers if you did good on it?
@@vvs.smoove529 aye man sorry but I literally burned all my school notes on the last day. I forgot I did this too lol
@@vvs.smoove529 quizlet.com/212590082/the-pearl-chapter-2-flash-cards/
quizlet.com/213531507/the-pearl-chapter-4-flash-cards/
quizlet.com/213394554/the-pearl-chapter-5-flash-cards/
Here's quizlets I used for the chapters I was required to do, hoped it helps ✌
Why are English teachers obsessed with these novels? There are books a trillion times better and more interesting than this crap. Good lord
anyone else in advanced English that needs to turn in an essay by 3 but is too lazy to read-
I’m only listening to this because i can’t focus when reading
Reading this for Mr. Bersani’s class
Who is here to do there homework? lol
Me 😭
This just gives me nostalgia from back when I had to read this in 9th grade and I remember really enjoying this book, this and Animal Farm
Same here but I'm reading it now for an exam tomorrow (9th grade too)
I just read this book for the first time and I did enjoy it but ---- spoiler coming ---- the ending doesn't make sense to me. Why does the couple return to town at the end? Why are they allowed to? They spend half the book running away from a town where they're wanted for murder and then at the end they just go back. No confrontation, no explanation. How does that work? And why on earth would they go back to town when they were already so far from home and malnourished (and closer to the next city) AND they had just successfully killed the 3 men who were trailing them. I understand their son died and "the pearl is evil" etc but why turn around at that point? Did I miss something?
When they return home, they fully accept the consequences of doing that. Not just the murder that took place before fleeing, but also having a busted canoe and a burnt down house. You don't get to know the consequences of the murder, just as you don't get to know the consequences of them being unemployed and homeless. It's up to you to decide how the town is realistically going to handle the situation.
As for the notion that it doesn't make sense to return since they came so far, killed three people, and were already malnourished; there's one important thing you need to remember. When Quino tells the townspeople what he's going to do with the money, he mentions that he's going to get married, buy a rifle, and get his son an education. One of those three things is evidently most important to him, and it's the last one. When he goes to sleep, he dreams of coyotito learning to read. When he looks into the pearl, he sees coyotito reading. In both of these instances, neither the wedding nor the rifle come up. With that being said, you can safely assume that, without the existence of his son, it not even worth going to the capital to sell the pearl for a higher price. If he can't buy his child an education, then he might as well have just sold it to the brokers in his hometown who were purposely underselling him.
I hope this makes sense.
Omg I love this book and I love coyotito😊😊😊😊
I’ve had the whole summer to read this i just starting with 2 weeks left
I'm reading along at 1.75 speed lol
Tysm. I have an essay draft due Monday and it’s Saturday night right now. I can’t bring myself to read this book. It’s so boring to read.
The book is so nice to read you must try to read it nice very nice
This is the reason why I hope people would stop writing books. It makes you listen to book when it teaches you nothing. it's not even a good book.
Omg thank you i did not want to read this for school
I’m in 5th grade and had to read this book and I’m lazy so....🥴
im reading this for my freshman year😳
YALL I HAVE A TEST ON THIS BOOK TOMORROW WHAT TO I DO
thank you for doing this!
When you have to finish your report by the morning and haven’t started it yet
I want to download all this book because we are going to write exmination about it
11:05
Just keeping a time stamp for myself
Love this audio
I have to study this for my final
Haven’t read this book at all. Book report due 2 months ago 😎
I have to answer a few questions about it but I didn't feel like reading....
Music? At the start
Hi there, I'm crazy about this song 🎵 what is the song 🎵 name please
No one will ever read this book ever again
Thank you so much
99% of you are here because you have an exam tomorrow
DUDE ME RN LMFOAHSHSH AND ITS 2 AM
Saving my life over here
someone please tell me what accent of the reader is. Thanks!
English accent.
English accent I think.
American accent
How does the main character deal with being an outsider in his/her environment?
Instead if u don't want to read the book u can watch the audio
THANKSSS I REALLY HATE READING SO HELPFUL!!!!!
Thank you!
Got exams....thanx 😜😘