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courtroom floor. There, we went up a covered staircase and waited at the door.Reverend Sykes came puffing behind us, and steered us gently through the blackpeople in the balcony. Four Negroes rose and gave us their front-row seats.The Colored balcony ran along three walls of the courtroom like a secondstoryveranda, and from it we could see everything.The jury sat to the left, under long windows. Sunburned, lanky, they seemedto be all farmers, but this was natural: townfolk rarely sat on juries, they wereeither struck or excused. One or two of the jury looked vaguely like dressed-upCunninghams. At this stage they sat straight and alert.The circuit solicitor and another man, Atticus and Tom Robinson sat at tableswith their backs to us. There was a brown book and some yellow tablets on thesolicitor’s table; Atticus’s was bare. Just inside the railing that divided thespectators from the court, the witnesses sat on cowhide-bottomed chairs. Theirbacks were to us.Judge Taylor was on the bench, looking like a sleepy old shark, his pilot fishwriting rapidly below in front of him. Judge Taylor looked like most judges Ihad ever seen: amiable, white-haired, slightly ruddy-faced, he was a man whoran his court with an alarming informality—he sometimes propped his feet up,he often cleaned his fingernails with his pocket knife. In long equity hearings,especially after dinner, he gave the impression of dozing, an impressiondispelled forever when a lawyer once deliberately pushed a pile of books to thefloor in a desperate effort to wake him up. Without opening his eyes, JudgeTaylor murmured, “Mr. Whitley, do that again and it’ll cost you one hundreddollars.”He was a man learned in the law, and although he seemed to take his jobcasually, in reality he kept a firm grip on any proceedings that came before him.Only once was Judge Taylor ever seen at a dead standstill in open court, and theCunninghams stopped him. Old Sarum, their stamping grounds, was populatedby two families separate and apart in the beginning, but unfortunately bearingthe same name. The Cunninghams married the Coninghams until the spelling ofthe names was academic—academic until a Cunningham disputed a Coninghamover land titles and took to the law. During a controversy of this character, JeemsCunningham testified that his mother spelled it Cunningham on deeds andthings, but she was really a Coningham, she was an uncertain speller, a seldomreader, and was given to looking far away sometimes when she sat on the frontgallery in the evening. After nine hours of listening to the eccentricities of OldSarum’s inhabitants, Judge Taylor threw the case out of court. When asked upon
what grounds, Judge Taylor said, “Champertous connivance,” and declared hehoped to God the litigants were satisfied by each having had their public say.They were. That was all they had wanted in the first place.Judge Taylor had one interesting habit. He permitted smoking in hiscourtroom but did not himself indulge: sometimes, if one was lucky, one had theprivilege of watching him put a long dry cigar into his mouth and munch itslowly up. Bit by bit the dead cigar would disappear, to reappear some hourslater as a flat slick mess, its essence extracted and mingling with Judge Taylor’sdigestive juices. I once asked Atticus how Mrs. Taylor stood to kiss him, butAtticus said they didn’t kiss much.The witness stand was to the right of Judge Taylor, and when we got to ourseats Mr. Heck Tate was already on it.
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what grounds, Judge Taylor said, “Champertous connivance,” and declared he
hoped to God the litigants were satisfied by each having had their public say.
They were. That was all they had wanted in the first place.
Judge Taylor had one interesting habit. He permitted smoking in his
courtroom but did not himself indulge: sometimes, if one was lucky, one had the
privilege of watching him put a long dry cigar into his mouth and munch it
slowly up. Bit by bit the dead cigar would disappear, to reappear some hours
later as a flat slick mess, its essence extracted and mingling with Judge Taylor’s
digestive juices. I once asked Atticus how Mrs. Taylor stood to kiss him, but
Atticus said they didn’t kiss much.
The witness stand was to the right of Judge Taylor, and when we got to our
seats Mr. Heck Tate was already on it.
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