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But
the
officers
of
the
court
,
the
ones
present
—
Atticus
,
Mr
.
Gilmer
,
Judge
Taylor
sound
asleep
,
and
Bert
,
were
the
only
ones
whose
behavior
seemed
normal
.
I
had
never
seen
a
packed
courtroom
so
still
.
Sometimes
a
baby
would
cry
out
fretfully
,
and
a
child
would
scurry
out
,
but
the
grown
people
sat
as
if
they
were
in
church
.
In
the
balcony
,
the
Negroes
sat
and
stood
around
us
with
biblical
patience
.
The
old
courthouse
clock
suffered
its
preliminary
strain
and
struck
the
hour
,
eight
deafening
bongs
that
shook
our
bones
.
When
it
bonged
eleven
times
I
was
past
feeling
:
tired
from
fighting
sleep
,
I
allowed
myself
a
short
nap
against
Reverend
Sykes
’
s
comfortable
arm
and
shoulder
.
I
jerked
awake
and
made
an
honest
effort
to
remain
so
,
by
looking
down
and
concentrating
on
the
heads
below
:
there
were
sixteen
bald
ones
,
fourteen
men
that
could
pass
for
redheads
,
forty
heads
varying
between
brown
and
black
,
and
—
I
remembered
something
Jem
had
once
explained
to
me
when
he
went
through
a
brief
period
of
psychical
research
:
he
said
if
enough
people
—
a
stadium
full
,
maybe
—
were
to
concentrate
on
one
thing
,
such
as
setting
a
tree
afire
in
the
woods
,
that
the
tree
would
ignite
of
its
own
accord
.
I
toyed
with
the
idea
of
asking
everyone
below
to
concentrate
on
setting
Tom
Robinson
free
,
but
thought
if
they
were
as
tired
as
I
,
it
wouldn
’
t
work
.
Dill
was
sound
asleep
,
his
head
on
Jem
’
s
shoulder
,
and
Jem
was
quiet
.
"
Ain
’
t
it
a
long
time
?
"
I
asked
him
.
"
Sure
is
,
Scout
,
"
he
said
happily
.
"
Well
,
from
the
way
you
put
it
,
it
’
d
just
take
five
minutes
.
"
Jem
raised
his
eyebrows
.
"
There
are
things
you
don
’
t
understand
,
"
he
said
,
and
I
was
too
weary
to
argue
.
But
I
must
have
been
reasonably
awake
,
or
I
would
not
have
received
the
impression
that
was
creeping
into
me
.
It
was
not
unlike
one
I
had
last
winter
,
and
I
shivered
,
though
the
night
was
hot
.
The
feeling
grew
until
the
atmosphere
in
the
courtroom
was
exactly
the
same
as
a
cold
February
morning
,
when
the
mockingbirds
were
still
,
and
the
carpenters
had
stopped
hammering
on
Miss
Maudie
’
s
new
house
,
and
every
wood
door
in
the
neighborhood
was
shut
as
tight
as
the
doors
of
the
Radley
Place
.
A
deserted
,
waiting
,
empty
street
,
and
the
courtroom
was
packed
with
people
.
